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Sophie Fisher (Character)
from Music and Lyrics (2007)

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Music and Lyrics (2007)
Alex Fletcher: [singing] Sleeping with a clown above my bed...
Alex Fletcher: "Clown" is not right
Sophie Fisher: That's "cloud." Why would you put a clown in your bed?
Alex Fletcher: It would not be the first time.

Alex Fletcher: The best time I've had in the last fifteen years was sitting at that piano with you.
Sophie Fisher: That's wonderfully sensitive... especially from a man who wears such tight pants.
Alex Fletcher: It forces all the blood to my heart.

Alex Fletcher: You look like a worried little doggy.
Sophie Fisher: Ruff.

Alex Fletcher: [Hails taxi] She's going to have a baby!
Sophie Fisher: [Taxi continues driving away] Hey! What if it were true?

Alex Fletcher: Theoretically, I could pick you up because I will be taking a cab.
Sophie Fisher: I could be standing outside at 9:40 in bright orange clothes, so you wouldn't miss me...
Alex Fletcher: Oh, good, you'll get some road work done while you wait, then.

Alex Fletcher: [Sophie moves a chair] What are you doing, you madwoman, you're wrecking my apartment!
Sophie Fisher: Well, I can't write sitting all the way across the room.
Alex Fletcher: No, go back to your corner!
Sophie Fisher: ...Fine, all right.
[goes, leaving the chair where she moved it]
Alex Fletcher: I'm blocked. How am I supposed to get out?
Sophie Fisher: Go out the other side.
Alex Fletcher: But... but... I've never been out the other side.

Sophie Fisher: Are you trying to tell me that you enjoyed that orgasm set to the "Gandhi" soundtrack?

Alex Fletcher: [start of Way Back Into Love Demo Version] Way Back Into Love, take one.
Sophie Fisher: I-uh-I'm getting really nervous.
Alex Fletcher: You'll be fine, just use your normal, nice voice that I've heard... so much over the last three days.
Sophie Fisher: It's like, ugh, my throat's closing up. It's, like, anaphylactic.
Alex Fletcher: It's fine, it's just a three-minute song.

Sophie Fisher: [hits her head on piano] OW!
Alex Fletcher: Yes, I think she's up now.

Alex Fletcher: It doesn't have to be perfect. Just spit it out. They're just lyrics.
Sophie Fisher: "Just lyrics"?
Alex Fletcher: Lyrics are important. They're just not as important as melody.
Sophie Fisher: I really don't think you get it.
Alex Fletcher: Oh. You look angry. Click your pen.
Sophie Fisher: A melody is like seeing someone for the first time. The physical attraction. Sex.
Alex Fletcher: I so get that.
Sophie Fisher: But then, as you get to know the person, that's the lyrics. Their story. Who they are underneath. It's the combination of the two that makes it magical.

Sophie Fisher: Are you OK?
Alex Fletcher: Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's just my Pop! hip. It comes from years of doing our patented dance move. My God, I've suffered for my art.

Sophie Fisher: [talking about Alex's solo album] I bought it... the last copy.
Alex Fletcher: Right, well, I insist on paying you back immediately. $9.99 right? Do you have a penny?

Sophie Fisher: Sloan, even though Sally Michaels only lives on paper, I live in the real world. And I can never forgive you for using me as raw material to create a fictional monster. Sally Michaels is my own personal ghost, a shadow hanging over each phone call, a cup of tea. And one cold day when age has robbed your mind of its fertile phrases and your hand of its dexterity all the success won't be able to shield you from the pain you've caused and the shame you deserve. Or something like that.

Sophie Fisher: You should get some ice on that.
Alex Fletcher: Only if it's attached to some whiskey.

Sophie Fisher: The worst part is, he still has some power over me. I still care what he thinks.
Alex Fletcher: I'm sorry, but how - how can that possibly be? The guy is a jerk.
Sophie Fisher: Well, that's easy for you to say, but...
Alex Fletcher: No, no. He is a jerk! He is a jerk. It's not a question. He is a jerk!
Sophie Fisher: But...
Alex Fletcher: No, he is! He's a jerk! He's a jerk!

Sophie Fisher: I'm just here to cater to the plants.
Alex Fletcher: And you're doing a marvelous job. Although, that one is plastic.

Sophie Fisher: What if Smoky came up to you and said, "Alex Fletcher, you're a horrible song writer"?
Alex Fletcher: Smoky wouldn't. Dylan, Dylan would. Dylan might. Actually, in fact Dylan did.

Rhonda Fisher: Look, hon, you don't fall a lot. And I've seen the way you look at him, so if you are falling for him... Just please, please make sure he's passionate about you.
Sophie Fisher: Well, you know, I mean, I'm not falling. We're just working together, you know? And besides, the one time we slept together, it's been totally professional.