The Dirt (2019)

David Costabile: Doc McGhee

Quotes 

• Doc McGhee : I have managed the Scorpions, Bon Jovi, Skid Row, KISS. I had been dragged through the deepest shit with all kinds of mentally ill people. But I have never been through what Mötley Crüe put me through.

• Doc McGhee : [narration]  They weren't like other bands who raised hell because they thought that's what rock stars were supposed to do. Mötley Crüe did stupid things because they were Mötley Crüe.

  [a valet is loading luggage in a Mercedes-Benz when a TV falls on the car. He looks up and sees Mötley Crüe from a hotel window] 

  Tommy Lee : So sorry, man.

  Nikki Sixx : What happened?

  Tommy Lee : It slipped, man. Right through.

  Valet : What the fuck?

  [Mötley Crüe start throwing furniture at the car] 

  Valet : Shit!

• Nikki Sixx : [narration]  Elektra Records signed us to a five-album deal.

  [Nikki passes a cymbal full of cocaine] 

  Nikki Sixx : Tommy, vacuum this mess up.

  Tommy Lee : Yes, sir.

  Nikki Sixx : [narration]  We got a fat cash advance, which meant better drugs and bigger parties.

  Tommy Lee : [narration]  We were the kings. I mean, look at this place! Everybody wanted to party with us.

  Party Goer : Can I get a fucking line, man?

  [Mick shoves the party goer away] 

  Mick Mars : Yeah, right, man. Get the fuck out of here.

  Tommy Lee : [narration]  I mean, Diamond Dave from Van Halen, right there on our fucking couch!

  [party goer approaches David Lee Roth, who is snorting his own cocaine] 

  Party Goer : Hey, can I get a line of that?

  [party goer stumbles and hits the wall, causing a mirror to crash on Roth] 

  Nikki Sixx : Whoa! What the fuck, dude?

  Party Goer : Chill out, asshole. It's cool.

  Nikki Sixx : Cool? That is David Lee Roth. How about you show a little respect or get the fuck out?

  Party Goer : Make me, motherfucker.

  [party goer shoves Nikki, only to get punched by Doc McGhee, who puts him in an arm lock] 

  Doc McGhee : You fellas are gonna need a manager.

  [Doc looks at Roth] 

  Doc McGhee : Hey Dave.

  David Lee Roth : What's everybody looking at?

  Mick Mars : [looking at audience]  This didn't actually happen. Doc never came to this filthy shithole. We met him at the Santa Monica Civic Center after a show. He also brought his partner, Doug Thaler. Doug's a good guy, and it's kinda shitty he got cut from this movie, but I think this is as good a version as any. So... on with the goddamn show.

  Tom Zutaut : Oh, good. You met Doc. He works with James Brown, KISS, you name it.

  Mick Mars : Fucking hate KISS.

  Doc McGhee : Well, I make them a shitload of money, and I take care of everything they need, which is what I'm gonna do for you.

  Nikki Sixx : Oh yeah? And how are you gonna do that?

  Doc McGhee : Look, I know what I see up there. Anyone can start a band and crap out a song or two, but not many have the vision to go the distance. And you guys need someone to guide you through the fucking wilderness.

  Nikki Sixx : And you're gonna be that someone?

  Doc McGhee : You're goddamn right I am.

  [pause] 

  Nikki Sixx : All right.

  Nikki Sixx : [narration]  This was our fucking moment.

• [Nikki and Doc enter the hotel lobby] 

  Doc McGhee : Your mother called and asked to come to a show. So, I thought with it being the holidays and all...

  [Nikki sees his estranged mother Deana, who smiles and offers a hug] 

  Deana : Merry Christmas, Frank.

  Nikki Sixx : That's not my name.

  [Deana hugs Nikki] 

  Deana : Oh, that song. The one about looks that kill. It's about me, isn't it, Frankie?

  [Nikki steps away from Deana] 

  Deana : Frankie?

  Nikki Sixx : [pointing his Jack Daniel's bottle at her]  That's not my fucking name!

  [Nikki smashes the bottle on the floor and walks away] 

  Doc McGhee : Nikki. Nikki! Wait up a minute, will ya?

  Nikki Sixx : Who the fuck do you think you are?

  Doc McGhee : I thought it would help.

  Nikki Sixx : I fucking trusted you, but you are not my fucking father and you are not my fucking friend. You are just another leech with your hands in my pockets who wouldn't be standing there right now unless you were getting something out of it, so just fuck off, Doc. You're fucking fired!

• [Tommy gives his parents a tour of the "Looks That Kill" stage] 

  Tommy Lee : Check this out. Pyro coming out of those. Oh! Oh!

  [Tommy grabs a fake rock] 

  Tommy Lee : Fake rocks. Pretty cool.

  [Nikki and Doc arrive at the stage] 

  Tommy Lee : Ooh, Ma, Dad. Meet the Sixxter.

  [Tommy high-fives Nikki] 

  Voula : [hugs Nikki]  So nice to finally meet you.

  David : [shakes Nikki's hand]  It's a pleasure.

  Doc McGhee : Hey, Nikki, we could fly your family out for the next L.A. gig.

  Nikki Sixx : [sarcastically]  Yeah, that's a great idea, Doc.

  Tommy Lee : Oh, guys, I want you to meet somebody else. Babe, babe, come here.

  [Roxy approaches the group while Nikki turns away, having had sex with her in his dressing room a few minutes earlier] 

  Tommy Lee : Mom, Dad, this is Roxy, my fiancé.

  [Nikki and Doc look at Tommy in confusion as Roxy offers a handshake to Voula] 

  Roxy : Nice to meet you.

  Tommy Lee : We're getting married.

  [shocked look on Voula's face] 

  David : What's the rush, Tom? Marriage is a big decision.

  Tommy Lee : Exactly. You proposed to Mom the night that you guys met, and she didn't even speak English. That's love, dude.

  [Nikki walks away] 

  Tommy Lee : And that's what I've always wanted, and now that's what I've got.

  Voula : So, how did you and Tommy meet?

  Roxy : Well, I was actually hanging out with this other band, but then I met Tommy, and it was... totally meant to be.

  Voula : Oh, I know this word. Em... Groupie, right. Is that, is that how they call you?

  [long pause, as Tommy looks up in embarrassment and Roxy has a cold stare at Voula before walking away] 

  Tommy Lee : Babe... Mom, that's not cool.

  Voula : I don't understand. You say this all the time, like it's the best thing in the world.

  [Tommy walks away in disgust] 

• [Zutaut enters the studio and notices Mötley Crüe just hanging around] 

  Tom Zutaut : Hey, what's taking so long? Vince got out of jail, like, three months ago. They should be on tour by now.

  Doc McGhee : Are you out of your fucking mind? Look at 'em.

  [Nikki and Mick look wasted while Tommy is banging his head on the cymbals] 

  Tom Zutaut : They're a fucking mess.

  Doc McGhee : No shit.

  Tom Zutaut : Look, man, my boss is killing me. We need to get them to finish that record and get back on the road.

  Doc McGhee : Yeah. I'll get them on tour. But you guys, you think you own them because you own their music, right? Well, then, it's on you and your fucking label if one of those idiots comes back in a body bag.

  Tom Zutaut : Just... Just... get them back on the road. All right?

• Doc McGhee : Well, at least the album's great.

  Vince Neil : [scoffs]  The album blows, Doc.

  Doc McGhee : What are you talking about? 'Smokin' in the Boys Room' is gonna be huge. Come on! 'Home Sweet Home', everyone knows that's a hit.

  Vince Neil : Two decent songs. The rest is pure shit. Believe me, I know. I'm gonna be the only one sober up there every night trying to sell it.

  Doc McGhee : Well, I believe in you guys. Look.

  [Doc rolls up his left sleeve to show his 'Entertainment or Death' tattoo] 

  Vince Neil : [scoffs]  You know Nikki changed the title to 'Theatre of Pain' last night, right?

  Doc McGhee : Uh, of course he did. Go get some rest, buddy.

  [Vince walks backstage] 

  Doc McGhee : [whispering]  Fuck me.

  [pulls down his sleeve] 

  Doc McGhee : 'Theatre of Pain.'