Beau BridgesQuotes

Frank Baker: So what’s there to talk about?

Jack Baker: We’re still brothers.

Frank Baker: I’m touched, Jack. Really.

Jack Baker: Frank...

Frank Baker: Look, Jack. If you want to piss away everything we’ve built over fifteen years, that’s fine. Just spare me the ruminations on brotherly love.

Jack Baker: Listen to me, Frank...

Frank Baker: I don’t want to listen to you anymore, Jack. What’re you going to tell me? That I wasted your life? That I twisted your arm for fifteen years? Well, forget it, little brother. That’s a lie. Hear me? A fucking lie.

Jack Baker: [pause] You’re right. Okay? You’re right. I don’t blame you, Frank. I don’t blame anyone. I just can’t do it anymore. I’m drying up inside, Frank. I’ve been drying up for years. Do you understand? Somewhere along the way I started to close down. It’s like I had this big house and one day I just started painting the windows black, one by one. I mean, I sit in the fucking Hilton or the Sheraton or wherever, practically every night of my life, and from the minute I get onstage, I’m waiting for it to end. We play the same goddamn songs the same goddamn way every night. That isn’t enough for me. It just doesn’t mean anything to me. It’s dishonest. I can’t do that anymore. I’ve been lying to myself long enough.

Jack Baker: What’s happened to you, Frank? You been kissing ass so long you’re starting to like it? You let that guy turn us into clowns tonight. We were always small-time, but we were never clowns, Frank. What’s happened to your dignity?

Frank Baker: [Frank reaches into Jack’s coat, coming away with the whiskey; Jack tries to grab the bottle but Frank holds it away; Jack stares at Frank, then turns and begins to walk away] Dignity? Who the hell are you to talk about dignity? This where you get your dignity, Jack? This where you get your courage? No, let’s do it straight for once. I want to explain something to you, little brother. See, there are people in this world who depend on me. I’ve got a wife, and two kids who expect to wake up every morning with food on the table and heat in the house. I got a mortgage. I got car payments. And, oh yeah, I got you. My little brother Jack who’s so cool and so hip and so fucking sure he’s better than everyone else. Don’t you think I’d like to walk up to one of these assholes and blow smoke in his face? Goddamn right I would. But I can’t. I have to be responsible, little brother. I have to make sure the numbers balance out in my favor at the end of each month so everyone can go on living their lives. You don’t win medals for it, but you can be damn sure you’d all take notice if I folded up shop. So don’t talk to me about dignity, little brother. You’re drawing on a weak hand. Great. Terrific. Walk away. You’re good at that, Jack. You never could commit to anything, even a conversation.

Jack Baker: Is that what that was? Sounded more like a speech to me. Next time save it for the PTA.

Frank Baker: You just had to, didn’t you, Jack? You couldn’t keep your cock in your pocket.

Jack Baker: Hey. Who I fuck and who I don’t fuck is none of your fucking business. Got it?

Frank Baker: It is when it affects my business.

Jack Baker: Your business. YOUR business? Your business exists because of me.

Frank Baker: YOU? Who’re you kidding? I make the calendar, I pay the expenses. Christ, I even make your shoes are shined. What do you do? Show up for a couple hours a night and smoke cigarettes.

Jack Baker: Frank. If someone requested “Chopsticks,” you’d ask for the sheet music.

Frank Baker: If it wasn’t for me, little brother, you’d be playing for dimes out of the back of a truck.

Frank Baker: Yeah, you’re a real pro, Frank. You were doing such a bang up job a few months ago, you had ‘em paying us NOT to play. That’s fucking genius.

Jack Baker: I think you better calm down, Frank.

Frank Baker: I think you better make sure it’s your head that’s doing the thinking these days, little brother.

Susie Diamond: This food’s been sitting here too long. It’s starting to make me feel SICK.

Jack Baker: Why don’t you loosen the leash.

Frank Baker: Let’s not let a whiff of perfume blow off fifteen years. Be reasonable, Jack.

Jack Baker: I play three hundred nights a years with you, Frank. How much more reasonable you expect me to be?

Frank Baker: Okay, let's hear it. We trashed the Avedon, the Luau Lounge - what's our beef with Feelings'?

Susie Diamond: Nothing... except who cares? I mean, does anybody really need to hear Feelings again in their lifetime? It's like parsley, okay? Take it away, nobody's going to know the difference.

Frank Baker: Feelings is not parsley!

Susie Diamond: Frank, to you Feelings may be goddamn filet mignon, but to me, it's parsley. It's less than parsley.

Frank Baker: Look, Feelings, despite what you may think of it, has always been one of the bright moments of the show, and a consistent crowd-pleaser, and consequently we have an obligation to perform it. If we didn't, the audience would be disappointed.

Susie Diamond: Oh. Well, they weren't exactly crying their eyes out on New Year's Eve.

Frank Baker: You passed over Feelings'?

Susie Diamond: Yeah. Oh, and Bali Hai went out with the bathwater, too.

Frank Baker: Ah ha. I see. The cat goes away for the night, and the mice take over the orchestra.

Susie Diamond: Hey! I ain't no mouse.

Frank Baker: That's right - you're parsley.

Susie Diamond: Oh Christ, not the goddamn Luau Lounge again!

Frank Baker: What's the matter with the Luau Lounge? They don't salt their peanuts?

Susie Diamond: Singing Feelings knee-deep in paper orchids and plastic tiki lamps is not exactly my idea of a fun evening.

Frank Baker: Fun? Who promised you fun? We get paid, remember?

Susie Diamond: I’m just saying maybe we should vote on it. Or maybe... we should ask Jack what he thinks.

Frank Baker: I don’t have to ask Jack what he thinks. I know what he thinks. It’s five days. The money’s green. We’re there.

Frank Baker: [nervous] I told everyone seven-fifteen. Didn’t I? Seven-fifteen.

Jack Baker: She’ll get here.

Frank Baker: Just like the day of the auditions, right? Jesus. How’s my hair?

Jack Baker: Awe inspiring.

Frank Baker: Yeah, well, yours isn’t. Let me run a comb through it.

Jack Baker: Get out of here!

Frank Baker: It’s not gonna hurt you.

Jack Baker: I’ll hit you, Frank. I swear.

Frank Baker: You hit me!

Jack Baker: I told you I was gonna hit you.

Susie Diamond: This where the auditions are?

Frank Baker: This is where the auditions WERE. We’re finished.

Susie Diamond: What about me?

Frank Baker: You’re an hour and a half late.

Susie Diamond: Yeah, well, I had a little trouble catching a cab.

Frank Baker: Punctuality. First rule of show business.

Susie Diamond: This is show business?

Frank Baker: Look, Miss. We’re tired, you have gum on your lip, and we’re going home.

Susie Diamond: Just like that, huh? I come all the way down here, break a heel, and you’re not going to give me a chance because I have gum on my lip and I’m a few minutes late?

Frank Baker: You’re an hour and a half late. Do you want me to say it again?

Susie Diamond: It’s not exactly bewitching me. Besides, you’re not going anywhere.

Frank Baker: I beg your pardon?

Susie Diamond: Intuition, I’ve had a hunch about this all day. Only I gotta say, in my mind it was a little more glamorous. And anyway, if I’m so late how come you’re still here?

Frank Baker: We ran long.

Susie Diamond: [pause] Uh huh. So where’s the winner? See? What I tell you? Intuition.

Frank Baker: Jack.

Jack Baker: [shrugs] What’ve we got to lose?

Frank Baker: Terrific. Thirty-eight.

Susie Diamond: What’s that? Thirty-eight? You guys have some kind of code or something? You know, I’m sensing a lot of hostility from you.

Frank Baker: Name?

Susie Diamond: Susie. Susie Diamond.

Jack Baker: Catchy. You have any previous experience as a singer, Miss Diamond?

Susie Diamond: No.

Frank Baker: You have any entertainment experience at all?

Susie Diamond: Well... for the last couple years I’ve been on call for the Triple A Escort Service.

Frank Baker: Any RATIONAL reason you think you can sing professionally, Miss Diamond?

Susie Diamond: Well, I figure if you want to see if you can swim, throw yourself in the water. What’s the worst that can happen?

Frank Baker: How about drown?

Susie Diamond: You know, my bet is that you’re too literal a person.

BB Hensley: And I still get paid like the Janitor.

Sam: [he puts his truck in reverse] You make money off of little kids, you miserable jerk! YA OUGHTA BE SHOT!

Sam: Do you want some more?! Huh?!

Putnam: [under his breath; puts his car in reverse and rams the truck and laughs cockily; he drives out of sight; Sam storms out of his truck] Son-of-a-bitch! I told you to stay out of my way, Woods!

Sam: [furiously; defeated] YOU CHICKENSHIT! Ah, Hell.