Pink Floyd The Wall (1982)
Teacher: What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? No! Poems, no less! Poems, everybody!
Teacher: The laddie reckons himself a poet!
Teacher: "Money get back / I'm all right, Jack / Keep your hands off my stack / New car / Caviar / Four star daydream / Think I'll buy me a football team." Absolute rubbish, laddie.
[whacks him with a ruler, growls at Pink]
Teacher: Get on with your work.
Pink: [singing] Are there any queers in the audience tonight? Get 'em up against the wall! That one in the spotlight, he don't look right! Get him up against the wall! And that one looks Jewish... and that one's a coon! Who let all this riff raff into the room? That one's smoking a joint! And that one's got spots! If I had my way, I'd have all of you shot!
[Pink's Manager defends Pink's trashing of his hotel room]
Hotel Manager: He's a maniac!
Rock and Roll Manager: He's an ARTIST!
Teacher: If ya don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding! How can ya have any pudding if ya don't eat ya meat?
Pink: I'm waiting in this cell because I have to know... have I been guilty all this time?
[Groupie is amazed at Pink's room, while Pink watches TV, ignoring her]
Groupie: Oh my God... what a fabulous room. Are all these your guitars?
Groupie: God, this place is bigger than our whole apartment.
Groupie: You like the tube, huh? Can I get a drink of water? Can I get YOU a drink of water?
[goes into the bathroom]
Groupie: Oh, wow! Look at this tub? Wanna take a bath?
[comes back out]
Groupie: What are you watching? Hello?
Groupie: Hey, are you feeling okay?
[On seeing how Pink completely trashed his hotel room]
Rock and Roll Manager: Fuck me!
Rock and Roll Manager: [Discovers hotel room trashed, and Pink unconsious] Fuck me! He's gone completely around the bleedin' twist!
Rock and Roll Manager: You vicious bastard, you never did like me, did you?
Mother: [singing] Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry. / Mother's gonna make all of your nightmares come true. / Mother's gonna put all of her fears into you. / Mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing. / She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing. / Mama will keep baby cozy and warm. / Ooooh babe, ooooh babe, oooooh babe, / Of course Mama's gonna help build the wall.
Prosecutor: Good morning, Worm, Your Honor! / The crown will testify that the prisoner who stands before you / Was caught red-handed showing feelings / Showing feelings of an almost human nature / This will not do.
Pink: [singing] So ya, thought ya might like to, go to the show. To feel the warm thrill of confusing that space cadet glow. Tell me is something eluding you sunshine? Is this not what you expected to see? If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes, you'll just have to claw your way through this disguise!
Judge Arse: [disgusted] The evidence before the court is incontrivertible, there's no need for the jury to retire! In all my years of judging, I have never heard before some one more deserving of the full penalty of law! The way you made them suffer, your exquisite wife and mother, fills me with the urge to DEFECATE!
Teacher: Go On Judge SHIT ON HIM!
Judge Arse: Sentence, my friend, you'll have revealed your deepest fear: I sentence you to be exposed before your peers. TEAR DOWN THE WALL! TEAR DOWN THE WALL! TEAR DOWN THE WALL!
Students: [singing] # We don't need no education. We don't need no thought control. No dark sarcasm in the classroom. Teacher leave those kids alone. Hey, teachers, leave those kids alone. All in all your just another brick in the wall. #
[Pink is playing the piano, ignoring his wife]
Pink's Wife: [muffled, slowly growing more distinct] Hello? Hello? Is there anybody in there?
[Pink looks up, finally]
Pink's Wife: Do you remember me? I'm the one from the registry office.
Teacher: We have ourselves, a Poet!
[reading from Pink's little black book]
Teacher: Money get back, I'm all right Jack, keep hands off my stack. New car caviar, four star daydream. Buy me a football team.
[Slams the book onto Pink's desk]
Teacher: Absolute rubbish! get on with your work.
[Pink doesn't care]