Anton Newcombe: You fucking broke my sitar, motherfucker!
Courtney Taylor-Taylor: [narrating] Under the local Communist Party's headquarters the band played for an audience of ten, and performed for almost as many hours.
Courtney Taylor-Taylor: I've never seen them eat. All I've seen them do is drink liquor and snort drugs.
Anton Newcombe: The fuckers. The bean-counters, the lawyers, all of these assholes at every label. Those are people that wreck the music business. Not Napster, not some college kid downloading shit. The people without vision.
Anton Newcombe: I'll just say what I got to say. I'm here to destroy this fucked up system. I will do it. That's why I got the job. I said let it be me; I said use my hands. I will use our strength. Let's fuckin' burn it to the ground!
Anton Newcombe: No one's gonna say "fuck you" to me on *my stage* with *my* band!
Matt Hollywood: In every spiritual tradition, you burn in hell for pretending to be God and not being able to back it up!
Eric Hedford: They're stalking us now. I will not have them anywhere near me again.
Peter Holmstrom: I'll still buy their albums though.
Anton Newcombe: The artist is going to create a sound for his concise purpose, using a modular synthesizing apparatus... from radio shack.
Anton Newcombe: I'm not for sale. I'm fucking Love, do you understand what I'm saying? Like, the Beatles were for sale. I give it away.
Peter Holmstrom: There's no way to have a revolution if you stay underground. The fuck's the point of that? The whole point was for him to get above ground as well, and then he could have a revolution.
[cut to Anton]
Anton Newcombe: There has been a revolution. Do you hear the White Stripes on the fucking radio? There's a big difference. Because when I started it was Pearl Jam. Obviously, the revolution happened. How many people are imitating Pearl Jam right now? Not that many. How many imitators do I have? I played a part in opening that up. Why don't they tell people who influenced them. They don't because they're self-serving fucking bastards.
Joel Gion: Going up. Top floor. Pantyhose. Illegal drugs and cigarettes.