We've had hassles, ups and downs, ins and outs, failures and triumphs. We're human beings, and we're not perfect. And we're mortal. But the Beach Boys is musically a tremendous body of work that transcends individuality and time and national boundari...
My favorite musical? I don't. It changes all the time. I'm just a diehard, I'm totally old school, like I'll sit and watch, if they are re-doing Oklahoma in New York, I will be the first one there.
Cop663: You like noisy music? Faye: Yes. The louder the better. Stops me from thinking. Cop663: You don't like to think? What do you like? Faye: Never thought about it.
Irene: [as music blares from her apartment] Sorry about the noise. Driver: I was going to call the cops. Irene: I wish you would.
Raoul Duke: Oh god... did you eat all this acid? Dr. Gonzo: That's right. MUSIC!
Hagrid: [about Fluffy] Just play a bit of music and he falls straight asleep... I shouldn't have told you that!
General Allenby: [leafing through Lawrence's dossier] Undisciplined... unpunctual... untidy. Knowledge of music... knowledge of literature... knowledge of... knowledge of... you're an interesting man there's no doubt about it.
[Pete, disturbed by the saxophone music on a radio, switches the channels] Phil: What'd you change it for? I liked that. Pete Dayton: Well, I don't! Phil: I liked that.
Coach Boone: I don't scratch my head unless it itches and I don't dance unless I hear some music. I will not be intimidated. That's just the way it is.
Ray Charles: If I feel the music, that means it's real. Quincy Jones: No, it ain't. Ray Charles is a sell-out. The blind Liberace, leaving those Rocking Chair roots behind.
Captain von Trapp: Fraulein, is it to be at every meal, or merely at dinnertime, that you intend on leading us all through this rare and wonderful new world of... indigestion?
Mother Abbess: Maria, these walls were not meant to shut out problems. You have to face them. You have to live the life you were born to live.
Max: He's got to at least *pretend* to work with these people. You must convince him. Maria: I can't ask him to be less than he is.
Liesl: [singing with the children at the Villa] So long, farewell, au revoir, auf Wiedersehen! I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne. Yes? Captain von Trapp: No!
Maria: [saying her bed time prayers] I forgot the other boy. Oh, what's his name? Oh, well, God bless What's-his-name.
Captain von Trapp: [after pulling the gun from Rolfe] You'll never be one of them. Rolfe: Lieutenant! Lieutenant, they're here! They're here, Lieutenant! [blows whistle]
Max: I like rich people. I like the way they live. I like the way I live when I'm with them.
Max: I hope you appreciate the sacrifice I'm making. Captain von Trapp: You have no choice. Max: I know... That's why I'm making it.
I was never really a Mod. I thought I was more of a beatnik with the brown corduroy jacket, blue jeans, etc. I loved the music Mods liked, and I loved the clothes, but I didn't have any money to spend on them.
When they look back on me I want 'em to remember me not for all my wives, although I've had a few, and certainly not for any mansions or high livin' money I made and spent. I want 'em to remember me simply for my music.
I used almost every penny I ever made to build recording studios in every city I lived in. I don't have much to show for all the TV money except a lot of musical gear and a lot of songs.
