Reporter: Uh, Brian! Why the make-up?
Brian Slade: Why? Because rock and roll's a prostitute. It should be tarted up. Performed. The music is the mask, while I, in my chiffon and taff - well - varda the message.
Mod Girlfriend: So what are ya, mod or a rocker?
Brian Slade: I'm six of one, half a dozen of the other, really.
Brian Slade: Ha! Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner.
Brian Slade: There's suffering at the birth of a child as at the birth of a star.
Brian Slade: I should think that if people were to get the wrong impression of me, the one to which you so eloquently referred, it wouldn't be the wrong impression in the slightest.
