Ben HardyQuotes

Roger Taylor: You're a legend, Fred.

Freddie Mercury: [pause] We're all legends. But you're right, I am a legend.

Freddie Mercury: What's going on?

Roger Taylor: [he and the rest of Queen stop] You'd know if you were on time.

Freddie Mercury: [to Roger; pause; to Brian May] I'm a performer, darling. Not a Swiss train conductor. Sorry I'm late.

John Deacon: Again.

Freddie Mercury: All right. Now, will you please tell me why you're not playing any instruments?

Brian May: [resumes the 'stomp-stomp-clap' beat for "We Will Rock You." Roger and John join in, followed their wives, and Freddie Mercury.] I want to give the audience a song that they can perform. Right? Let them be part of the band. So, what can they do? Imagine...thousands of people...doing this in unison. Huh?

Freddie Mercury: Well? What's the lyric?

Freddie Mercury: [re: Freddie’s new house] What do you think?

Roger Taylor: [re: Freddie’s new moustache] Gayer.

Ray Foster: [after listening to [[w:Bohemian Rhapsody|Bohemian Rhapsody; Freddie stops music reel] ]; groans] Christ. Well, I'm not entirely sure that's the album you promised us.

Freddie Mercury: No, it's better than the album we promised you. It's better than any album anyone's ever promised you, darling. It is a bloody masterpiece.

Ray Foster: [under his breath] Christ.

John Reid: It is a good album, Ray.

Roger Taylor: We prefer "masterpiece.

Ray Foster: It's expensive, and as for... Bohemian...

Brian May: [clears throat] Rhapsody.

Ray Foster: ...Rhapsody. What is that?

Freddie Mercury: It's an epic poem.

Ray Foster: It goes on forever; 6 bloody minutes.

Freddie Mercury: [Paul scoffs] I pity your wife if you think 6 minutes is forever. And you know what? We're going to release it as our single.

Ray Foster: [chortles] Not possible. Anything over three minutes, and the radio stations won't program it, period. And what on Earth is it about, anyway? "Scaramouche"? "Galileo"? And all that "Ismillah" business? "Ishmillah"?

Freddie Mercury: [pause] Bismillah.

Ray Foster: Oh, aye. Bismillah. What's it about anyway? Bloody Bismillah?

Freddie Mercury: True poetry is for the listener.

Brian May: It ruins the mystery if everything's explained.

Ray Foster: Seldom ruins sales. 3 minutes is the standard. John.

John Reid: Yeah, we need radio. Format is three minutes. I have to agree with Ray. I actually think the single's Love of my Life.

Brian May: No.

John Reid: Okay, how about John's song, You're My Best Friend? You know, "Ooh, you make me live." Catchy, stronger.

Ray Foster: What about I'm in Love with My Car?

Brian May: You're joking!

Roger Taylor: Huh.

Brian May: Oh, Jesus.

Ray Foster: [Freddie kicks Ray's desk; [Wayne's World|that's the kind of songs teenagers can crank up the volume in their car and bang their heads to.] I love it. Well, ] Bohemian Rhapsody will never be that song.

Brian May: It's the band's decision. Bohemian Rhapsody. That's it.

Ray Foster: You're My Best Friend. And it's my money.

Roger Taylor: Bo-Rhap. Period.

Freddie Mercury: [removes music reel] Or we walk.

Paul Prenter: [pauses; [w:MacArthur Park (song)|MacArthur Park] ] was 7 minutes long. It was a hit.

Ray Foster: Look, I'm not arguing with Bohemian whatever's...

Freddie Mercury: Rhapsody.

Ray Foster: ...musicianship, but there's no way in Hell the station will play a six minute quasi-operatic dirge, comprised of nonsense words! "Bismillah"? Bullshit! I paid for this record, so I say what goes!

Roger Taylor: Have we no legal recourse on this?

Jim "Miami" Beach: Ray, you did Dark Side of the Moon, haven't you?

Ray Foster: [nods] I did.

Jim "Miami" Beach: [to Roger Taylor; answering his question; shrugs] Yeah, I absolutely love that record. Uh, legally, no. No, he's got your balls in a vice. It's a different matter in a court of public opinion, of course. Ray Foster's a giant name in the music industry, but... to the average person. Say the name "Queen", on the other hand...ears prick up.

Ray Foster: [refusing to back down] We're going with You're My Best Friend. Done.

Freddie Mercury: [he puts his cigarette out on Ray's papers; leaves with the band] No, we know what we have, even if you don't. It's called Bohemian... ...Rhapsody. You will forever be known as the man who lost Queen.

John Reid: Temperamental artists, eh? They're well aware they're tied to a contract, but who knows what goes on inside the inscrutable mind of the recording artist?

Ray Foster: [brick is thrown through window] Mark these words. If they're not careful, by the end of the year, no one will know the name "Queen". Christ!

Freddie Mercury: [shouting] You can take that out of our royalties, twat!

Ray Foster: Wanker!

Brian May: You can shove your gold discs! You made a mistake, Foster!

Freddie Mercury: Arsehole!

Ray Foster: [shouting; to Paul; [w: Jimi Hendrix|Hendrix] You'll never have a gold disc, you medium talent! And to think, I worked with ].

John Reid: So, tell me. What makes Queen any different from all of the other wannabe rock stars I meet?

Freddie Mercury: I'll tell you what it is. We're four misfits who don't belong together playing to the other misfits. The outcasts, right at the back of the room who are pretty sure they don't belong either. We belong to them.

Brian May: We're a family.

Roger Taylor: But no two of us are the same.

Freddie Mercury: I enjoyed the show. I also, I write songs.

Roger Taylor: Well, you're five minutes too late.

Brian May: Our lead singer just quit.

Freddie Mercury: Well, then, you'll need someone new.

Brian May: Any ideas?

Freddie Mercury: What about me?

Roger Taylor: Errr...not with those teeth, mate.

Brian May: It's America. They're Puritans in public, perverts in private.

Roger Taylor: There's no musical ghetto that can contain us.

John Deacon: Nobody knows what Queen means because it doesn't mean one thing.

Ray Foster: Mark these words. If they're not careful, by the end of the year, no one will know the name "Queen".

Roger Taylor: How many more "Galileo"'s do you want?

Mary Austin: [to Freddie] I love the way you move on stage. The whole room belongs to you. Don't you see what you can be?

Brian May & John Deacon: [Roger picks up the coffee machine and almost throws it; in unison] Not the coffee machine!