Patti Rasnick: Music is all that matters. One hour on stage makes up for the other 23.
Catherine: You're a strange person, Robert. I mean, what will you come to? If a person has no love for himself, no respect for himself, no love of his friends, family, work, something - how can he ask for love in return? I mean, why should he ask for it?
Ludwig van Beethoven: God whispers into the ears of some men, but he shouts into mine.
Michael: I'm very happy with you.
Outspan Foster: There's a band around called "Free Beer." Always draws a big crowd.
Derek: I like "A Flock of Budgies."
Jimmy Rabbitte: We have to be "the" something. All the great sixties bands were "The Somethings."
Outspan Foster: We could be... The Northsiders.
Derek: Or The Liffy Lads.
Outspan Foster: How about... The Fucking Eejits?
Matt Gadman: Hey, uh, Uncle Rob?
Robert 'Fish' Fishman: No, I will not buy beer for you and your friends, nor will I lend you my password to porn sites.
Matko Destanov: The Bulgarians always say: "Brother, if you can't solve a problem with money... solve it with a lot of money."
Swan: Here's the contract. Everything I've said and more is in it.
The Phantom: I'll read it.
Swan: At your leisure.
The Phantom: "The party of the first part gives the party of the second part and his associates full power to do with him at their pleasure. To rule, to send, to fetch, or carry him or his, be it either body, soul, flesh, blood or goods." What does that mean?
Swan: That's a transportation clause.
Blake: You know, it's kinda like... Success is subjective, you know. It could be an opinion.
Lillian Roth: What I'm doing now is 'wrong'... and I'm doing it.
Mr. Torvald: I will also split you up into four groups. Yes, I still count on my fingers. One for each part in the obnoxiously contrapuntal harmony at the end of the book. This is gonna drive you nuts, but when you nail it, it feels good.
Raymond Asso: You're an immense artist.
Edith Piaf: I'm wearing high heels.
Nina Rosario: I want to listen to my neighborhood.
Devon: I might as well tell you this up front.
Mr. Wade: What's that?
Devon: I can't really read music.
Mr. Wade: Oh, that's all right, son. Some people can't read the sign that says "toilet." Doesn't mean they don't know how to use it.
James Brown: Are we done, Mr. Byrd?
Bobby Byrd: I'm afraid not, Mr. Brown.
James Brown: I say, are we done?
Bobby Byrd: I think we got more funk in the trunk.
Jack Robin: We in the show business have our religion too - on every day, the show must go on.
Mok: She can sing, or she can scream. But she still pissed me off.