Eddie and the Cruisers (1983)
Sal Amato: [about Maggie] You know what she really wanted to talk about? Those old tapes: "Season in Hell". She said something about them being missing, and wanted to know if I knew where they were.
Frank Ridgeway: What did you tell her?
Sal Amato: I told her I don't have a clue. For all I care, they could a gone down with Eddie. You understand?
Frank Ridgeway: Sally, you were on those tapes too.
Sal Amato: If they find those tapes, what's in it for me, huh? I just about broke my fingers trying to play that stuff.
Frank Ridgeway: Well, if it must be worth money, somebody's wanting to pay for them.
Sal Amato: But we ain't gonna see a dime from that. They'll find a way to screw us, they always do. Guys like you and me, they strike oil under your garden and all you get is dead tomatoes.
Sal Amato: [the band is at Benton 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 "Saint Something" down in Delaware and "Fairleigh 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: 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: [angrily charges into the soundbooth] What the hell are you doing?
Doc Robbins: [about Eddie's album] There's nothing can't be fixed, am I right?
Lew Elson: This won't fix, this is a disaster.
[sternly to Eddie]
Lew Elson: You want to be a poet? Try Greenwich Villlage.
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: [angrily to Lew, with Sal and Kenny holding him back] 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 not gonna see a red penny!
Doc Robbins: [to Eddie] Are you crazy? We had the money in our hands and you blew it. You blew it!
[Eddie pushes him far back]
Sal Amato: Eddie, you're wrong! You're wrong! Now listen to me, I love you. I've known you 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 your 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: If you can't be great, than there's no sense in ever playing music again, Sal.
[Joann follows Eddie as he leaves the studio]
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!
Joann Carlino: Frank, I know you're gonna think I'm crazy. But I have to tell you something. Last night, there was a car sitting in my driveway: a '57 Chevy, just like Eddie's.
Frank Ridgeway: Joann, that car was destroyed in the accident, remember?
Joann Carlino: I know, but whoever it was, must have seen me looking out the window. He blinked his headlights high, then low, then high again, just like Eddie.
Frank Ridgeway: It can't be. It can't be him.
Joann Carlino: Well, who then? Who?
Frank Ridgeway: It's not Eddie. Now, whoever it is that's watching you is looking to cash in on those tapes. But it is not Eddie.
Joann Carlino: Frank, I know where those tapes are. After the accident, I had to say goodbye in my own way. I went to Satin Records, got the tapes, and drove back to Palace Depression.
Frank Ridgeway: Take me there.
Frank Ridgeway: [after unmasking Doc] Why did you do this?
Doc Robbins: Shortcuts, kid. I never could do things the easy way.
Frank Ridgeway: Doc, why this little game and the car business?
Doc Robbins: I figured Joann had the tapes, I knew she wasn't gonna give them to me. Maybe you, Wordman, maybe if she'd give them to you.
Joann Carlino: What would you do if you had the tapes, Doc.
Doc Robbins: Try me, just try me. I have it made. For once in my life, I'd bring home a winner... I'd like that.
Joann Carlino: I once asked Eddie why he kept you around. You know what he said? He said, "Doc's a dreamer, and the world needs dreamers."
Doc Robbins: He was the only real friend I ever had.
Eddie Wilson: [after he and Joann arrived at the Palace of Depression] You actually believe that you could build a castle out of a bunch of junk. What a crock.
[looks at the mirror briefly]
Eddie Wilson: Holy shit. What a phony.
[smashes the mirror angrily]
Eddie Wilson: Here we are, guys. Right where we belong. You got your Edsels... Norges... Dumonts... and Eddie Wilson. Together at last, creating our own incredible monument to nothing!
[shouts and claps his hands]
Eddie Wilson: Here's to nothing, fellas! Here's to nothing!
Joann Carlino: [narrating] There were so many things I wanted to say to him, so many questions 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 gonna be any future. In the morning, they told me that Eddie was gone, and they hadn't found his body.