John Lennon: You can't do your solo spots any more, Stu.
Stuart Sutcliffe: Why not?
John Lennon: Because it's shite.
Stuart Sutcliffe: Give it to me straight. Let's not beat around the bush.
Molly Reins: Jeremy, I'm so scared.
Jeremy Reins: I know, I know. I'm going to get you out of there. I'm going to get you out in one piece. I promise you. You believe me?
Molly Reins: Yes.
Jeremy Reins: Listen, there's something I want to tell you. Something I've been meaning to tell you for a long time. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. For anything I did with Morgan, for not being trusting and for letting you down, honey. I'm sorry.
Jeremy Reins: I never wanted to do anything to let you down, ever. I know I've done things to hurt you. I've never wanted to in my life. But I hurt you and I'm sorry. I can't - I can't think about those things now. I can't do anything about that now. I can't do anything about it. I'm asking you now to accept me. To accept me for who I am.
Molly Reins: Of course. Of course, baby. I accept you. I love you. No matter what.
Jeremy Reins: I love you so much. I love you so much.
Jeremy Reins: If you know me so well, you should know that I won't tell you anything.
Jeremy Reins: Will you marry me?
Molly Reins: We are married.
Jeremy Reins: Marry me again.
Cecil: Celibacy for celluloid.
Cecil: Demented forever.
Cecil: Death to mainstream cinema.
Honey: No! Please let me go! I promise I won't tell anyone about your little movie.
Cecil: Little?
Honey: I didn't mean, you know, little. I meant, you know, low-budget... ly cult.
Cecil: I'm a prophet against profit.
Cecil: I'm Cecil B. Demented, and you're in my movie. Do not look into the lens and ruin the shot or you will be shot.
Cecil: There are no rules in underground cinema, only edges.
Cecil: No one gets laid until we've finished our movie. We're horny, but our film comes first.
Cecil: Action Fans! Help us.
Cecil: I have a vision.
Cecil: I am Cecil B. Demented! And this is a fucking kidnapping.
Frank: But then, I'm drunk by 8 p.m.
Mike: It's noon.
Frank: Hey, I'm ahead of the game.
Mike: I hate germs, and... diseases.
Terry: What about bugs?
Mike: Pretty much hate them too.
Terry: You know you sleep with bugs?
Mike: What?
Terry: You - sleep - with - bugs.
Mike: No, I, I-I-I don't, actually.
Terry: Yeah, you do. Everyone does. Dust mites. They're in your carpets, in your bed. They look like little lobsters. You know, in fact, they're distant relatives.
Mike: You're enjoying this, aren't you?
Terry: I, I just don't get out much.
