Eddie and the Cruisers (1983)
Frank Ridgeway: Can I help you guys?
Sal Amato: Yeah, tell Tony Eddie and the Cruisers are here.
Doc Robbins: [to Eddie] Are you crazy? We had the money in our hands and you blew it! You blew it!
Sal Amato: Eddie, you're wrong! You're wrong! Now listen to me, I love you! I've known longer than anyone else! But you're wrong! They want "On the Dark Side"! Why are we giving them some damn opera? I don't even know what you're after!
Eddie Wilson: I want something great! I want something that nobody's ever done before!
Sal Amato: Why? We ain't great. We're just some guys from Jersey.
Eddie Wilson: [makes clear] If you can't be great, then there's no sense in ever playing music again, Sal.
[storms off, Joann follows him]
Sal Amato: [to Frank] Blame this on you. It was you! We were doing good till you came along! And you got us all screwed up!
Sal Amato: [Band is at college where Frank graduated from] Hey, Wordman, this shindig tonight. How are we suppose to dress?
Frank Ridgeway: Hey, wait a minute. What is the big deal? We've played at colleges before.
Eddie Wilson: Yeah, sure, we played at "St. Something" down in Delaware and "Fairly Ridiculous" up in Madison, but we ain't never played at no finishing school like this. This is a mistake, we don't belong here. These people are different.
Frank Ridgeway: I'm telling you they're gonna eat us up. They're just a bunch of college kids, no better than you...
Eddie Wilson: [interrupts] Hey! I didn't say better, I said different. You oughta remember that.
Maggie Foley: [On the bridge Eddie wrecked on] The innocence of the 50s was over and so was rock and roll as we knew it. We were entering a new age, an age of confusion, an age of passion, of commitment. Eddie Wilson saw it coming. "Season in Hell" is a total innovation for it's time. It was a signal of greatness yet to come. Eddie Wilson was a step ahead of us and I don't think we've caught up with him yet. Eddie's been dead for almost 18 years, but his music is as alive today as the day he recorded it. For me and for everyone who listens to music, Eddie Wilson lives and always will.
Joann Carlino: There were so many things I wanted say to him, so many things I wanted to ask. But, Eddie and I, we had a deal, we never talked about the future; we thought the present was so fine, why ruin it by planning ahead. But, as Eddie drove off, I knew, I knew it then, it wasn't going to be any future. In the morning, they told me that Eddie was gone, and they hadn't found his body.
Doc Robbins: [about Eddie's album] There's nothing can't be fixed, am I right?
Lew Elson: [to Eddie] This won't fix, this is a disaster! You want to be a poet? Try Greenage Village!
Doc Robbins: Lew, listen, another couple of weeks. We've been working for months.
Lew Elson: Doc, take six weeks. I still wouldn't know what to do with it.
Eddie Wilson: [to Lew, angrily] You want to know what you can do with it? I'll tell you what you can do with it, you son of a bitch!
Lew Elson: Hey, I put up ten grand and I expect something for my money! This is what I've been waiting a year for? A bunch of jerk-offs making weird sounds? You're not gonna see a red penny!
Maggie Foley: Frank, how much influence did Rimbaud have on Eddie?
Frank Ridgeway: Looking for a ghost?
Maggie Foley: [smiles knowingly] Maybe.
Frank Ridgeway: You don't really think Eddie's still alive, do you?
Maggie Foley: I guess not. But what about the coincidence of "Season in Hell"? Frank, what happened to those tapes?
Frank Ridgeway: Hey, look, it didn't work. The record company hated it, they never released the album.
Maggie Foley: Frank, I want to get a hold of those tapes and play them on my show. Let's let them be heard, and let the people decide whether they're any good.
Frank Ridgeway: I don't know where they are. Honest, we'd like them as much as you would.
Eddie Wilson: [to the audience, a few days after Wendell Newton's death] The other day, I buried one of my best friends. He was the best sax player I ever heard. And they tell me I gotta come up here and entertain you people now. I don't think I'll be able to do that.
Maggie Foley: "A Season in Hell", a spiritual and confessional biography. Arthur Rimbaud was a genius, his writings were a quest. A search for perfection, an attempt to find total freedom. At the age of 19, Arthur Rimbaud committed suicide, not of the flesh, but of the mind and the soul. It means he never another word, and disappeared off the face of the earth. He was not seen nor heard from again for nearly twenty years, until he reappeared in a hospital within Marseille on his deathbed.
Eddie Wilson: [singing] The dark side is calling now, nothing is real / She'll never know just how I feel / From out of a shadow, she walk like a dream / Makes me feel crazy, makes me feel so mean / Ain't nothing gonna save you from a love that is blind / Slip to the dark side across that line / On the dark side, oh yeah / On the dark side, oh yeah