Alton Meyer: I saw the sunrise this morning. I think I know what I am now.
Alton Meyer: There's... There's a world, built on top of ours. People live there.
Alton Meyer: I think they're like me.
Roy: We saw it.
Sarah Tomlin: They're like you?
Alton Meyer: Yes, I think so.
Sarah Tomlin: I understand.
Alton Meyer: Lucas?
Lucas: I believe you.
Alton Meyer: Good.
Bobby Andes: I told you, I got lung cancer. It's metastasized.
Edward Sheffield: But you smoke all the time.
Bobby Andes: Yeah, well, that's how it works.
Kim Fowley: You hear that? That's the sound of hormones raging.
Kim Fowley: You dog cunts'll be lucky getting your next gig singing in the fucking shower.
Kim Fowley: Cherie Currie. Cherry bomb. Sex kitten. Brigitte Bardot in a trailer park. Joan Jett. The rock 'n' roll heart, street tough brunette. Sandy West. Miss California with a joint in her mouth and a chip on her shoulder. Lita Ford. The love child of Sophia Loren and Ritchie Blackmore. You do not wanna fuck with Lita.
Joan Jett: Hey, fuckin' heckler's drill really worked. This girl threw a bottle at my face... smashed it right back at her.
Kim Fowley: You girls did the death dance in there. Showed those little punks how to cock fight.
Strickland: [to Elisa] What'd you say to me?
Elisa: [Signing] F - U - C - K
Strickland: What is she saying?
Elisa: Y - O - U
Zelda: Uh, I, I didn't catch it.
Strickland: [pointing at Elisa] what is SHE saying?
Zelda: She is saying "Thank you".
Ernest Holm: Yeah, that is all I am saying. You do not gotta marry her. You don't wanna wait around thinking something is gonna come. Waitin' is a fucking disease. Think something? Feel something? You should do something. Alright?
Jerome Holm: You should have let me help you, Ernest. I'm not scared.
Ernest Holm: How do you spell your name?
Jerome Holm: What?
Ernest Holm: Your name, how do you spell it?
Jerome Holm: J-e-r-o-m-e.
Ernest Holm: "Jerome." You're more of a "Jerry."
Jerome Holm: I don't like that.
Ernest Holm: No? Then why are you calling me Ernest?
Jerome Holm: 'Cause that's your name.
Ernest Holm: Well, I prefer if you stuck with "dad."
