Raise Your Voice (2004)
Terri Fletcher: Dad, this place is the scariest, hardest, best thing that has ever happened to me.
Jay Corgan: My parents put an ocean between them after the nastiest divorce ever. No joke. People study it.
Francis Fletcher: [Terri has just woken up from a brief coma] Oh, thank God!
Terri Fletcher: Paul?
Francis Fletcher: No...
[begins to sob]
Jay Corgan: My music became like a religion. It kept me sane.
Terri Fletcher: Have you ever lost anyone?
Mr. Torvald: Yeah.
Terri Fletcher: I just can't let this go.
Mr. Torvald: Well, you're an artist and artists feel things differently than regular people. Look at Patsy Cline or Billie Holiday. You can hear it in their voice. Or, Vincent van Gogh. Cut off his ear, but hey, he could paint.
Terri Fletcher: Vincent van Gogh killed himself.
Mr. Torvald: That's right. That's a bad example. Hey, I'm a music teacher not a shrink. What do you want? I guess... what I'm trying to say is, artists convey emotion. They make an audience feel what they're feeling. You know, that's what it's all about, right? You just have to find a way to take what's in here
[Points to his head]
Mr. Torvald: and put it in here
[points to his heart]
Paul Fletcher: So you're on my side?
Aunt Nina: Always.
Terri Fletcher: Hey, what's going on?
Aunt Nina: Nothing.
Paul Fletcher: Nothing.
Terri Fletcher: Yeah, right.
Terri Fletcher: With all the stuff that went on this afternoon, I almost forgot to give you your graduation present.
[hands Paul concert tickets]
Paul Fletcher: Three Days Grace?
Jay Corgan: I can't imagine what you're going through, but I do know from experience backing down can become a way of life. You're a lady. Screw the pressure, screw the scholarship. I mean do your own thing, on your own terms, and get what you came here for. That's what counts.
Terri Fletcher: [crying] There are much better singers here, Mr. Torvald.
Mr. Torvald: I'll be the judge of that.
Mr. Torvald: I will also split you up into four groups. Yes, I still count on my fingers. One for each part in the obnoxiously contrapuntal harmony at the end of the book. This is gonna drive you nuts, but when you nail it, it feels good.
Terri Fletcher: We get along okay.
Paul Fletcher: Yeah that's what worried me. It's more than just getting along, Terri. You please them. You're like a Stepford Daughter out of a mail-order magazine.
Terri Fletcher: Is that... a form of flattery?
Paul Fletcher: After Dad slammed you on Bristol Hillman? You're not going to tell me that hurt?
Terri Fletcher: No, it totally hurt.
Paul Fletcher: Then make a scene! Break something! Scream! Just... something!
Terri Fletcher: Tantrums were never my thing.
Paul Fletcher: Look, Terri, you've got the best voice I've ever heard, but if you hang with the-world-according-to-Simon-Fletcher any longer, you're gonna be doing "Cats"at the Y, at 40. And that would suck.
Terri Fletcher: [laughs] Yeah, that would suck.
Paul Fletcher: Totally suck.
Terri Fletcher: Hi! I'm sorry I came in, but I heard you playing and you're really good! I'm Terri.
[pause, no response from Sloane]
Terri Fletcher: Sorry to bother you. Your name?
Terri Fletcher: I know we don't have any classes together, or anything, but I just thought I'd introduce myself.
Sloane: Oh... kay...
Terri Fletcher: Okay so there's this guy, right, and he's really nice and his name's Kiwi and he kind of has a crush on you. So we were wondering if you wanted to hang out with us on Saturday night.
Sloane: Kiwi is a weird name.
Engelbert 'Kiwi' Wilson: She doesn't even know!
Sloane: [Upon meeting Jay, Kiwi, and Terri in the lobby for a double date obviously overdressed] Damnit!
Simon Fletcher: Who's going to help me with the restaurant?
Aunt Nina: Oh, is that really what you wanna say, Simon? "Who's gonna help me with the restaurant?"
Terri Fletcher: It's late and I'm tired and all I want to do is get up to my dorm, ok?
Jay Corgan: What's the password?
Terri Fletcher: Ok. I think we started off on the wrong foot. I'm Terri.
Jay Corgan: Jay.
[Jay opens the door]
Jay Corgan: It's "monkeys" by the way? the password.
Terri Fletcher: Mm-hmm.
[after he tripped Terri]
Engelbert 'Kiwi' Wilson: I should really learn to stand.
[Jay, while he is drunk, and Denise and Terri take him to the roof]
Jay Corgan: I love this roof... it's so cool.
Jay Corgan: People change Robin, I'm not the same person I was last summer and neither are you.
Simon Fletcher: And Nina?
Aunt Nina: Yes?
Simon Fletcher: Don't corrupt my baby. She's too much like you already.
Aunt Nina: Don't worry, Simon. I'll have her tattooed, with blue hair and married to a rapper in no time. Nighty-night.
Terri Fletcher: [on the phone] Hey, it's me.
Aunt Nina: [on the phone] Oh, thank, God, Terri. Your dad's called twice already.
Terri Fletcher: [on the phone] Well, my train was late and my jacket got stolen and the cab driver was a total jerk.
[after Terri catches Jay and Robin kissing, and Jay tries to talk to Terri]
Jay Corgan: Terri, come on please!
Denise Gilmore: She *doesn't* want to talk to *you*!
Aunt Nina: I'm going to tell you something about your dad I don't think you know. He and his friend David, they both got football scholarships to UCLA. And when graduation came around, the family restaurant was doing well, but our parents weren't. And neither of us wanted to stay behind and take care of them, but Simon felt he had to. So David went to UCLA on the scholarship and your dad took over the restaurant. Well, David got caught up in the LA "scene," and... he's been messed up ever since. But I know that if your dad would have taken that scholarship, he would have made it right.
Terri Fletcher: What does this have to do with me?
Aunt Nina: I dunno... everything?
Jay Corgan: You're a serious weirdo, you know that?
Terri Fletcher: It isn't lucky unless it's face up.
Jay Corgan: But, now it's just a penny that thinks it's lucky but it isn't.
Terri Fletcher: Well, now it can be lucky for someone else. Besides haven't you ever heard of making your own luck?
[Jay looks at the penny and picks it up]
Jay Corgan: Well, what do you know? A lucky penny!
Terri Fletcher: [before getting to the stage] I'm so nervous.
Jay Corgan: Well, look, just picture the audience naked.
[Terri looks at him, surprised]
Jay Corgan: Okay. Bad idea.
Paul Fletcher: So. Lauren, what are you doing tonight?
Terri Fletcher: Paul, stop hitting on my friend!
Lauren: [to Paul] Whatever you're doing tonight.
Terri Fletcher: Lauren, stop hitting on my brother! Ugh!
Terri Fletcher: [Walking up to Kiwi and Jay talking, to Kiwi] You're in!
[With a french accent]
Engelbert 'Kiwi' Wilson: Ah you beautiful little petunia you. GAH!
[grabs his chest and pretends to faint very dramatically]
Engelbert 'Kiwi' Wilson: Ah sacre bleu!
Jay Corgan: [Catches Kiwi] I got ya man.
Paul Fletcher: Let's see what these two poised young women have to say about the last day of school.
Lauren: We're outta here, Riverdale.
Terri Fletcher: Yeah, school's out, baby.
Paul Fletcher: Ah, right. The camera loves you.
Paul Fletcher: Could you tell mom I'll be late.
Terri Fletcher: But it's your graduation barbeque.
Paul Fletcher: I got places to go, people to see. Just save me a burger.
Terri Fletcher: [to Lauren] Give me a ride me home?
Mr. Torvald: People, grab a seat. My name is Mr. Torvold, you are my class, and we have three weeks to learn an incredibly complex choral piece. It ain't ever gonna happen, but let's give it the old college try, shall we?
Mr. Torvald: Well, let me introduce you to one interesting, fascinating lady. Maybe you'll be inspired. I know we were.
Paul Fletcher: [on the DVD] Terri's my sister and she's my favorite person in the whole world. She likes challenge, she thrives when she's pushed, and the people who can do that, they don't live in Flagstaff. Terri deserves a chance to learn from the best. She's already good, but she could be great. Let her in, you won't be disappointed.
Mr. Torvald: Okay, you take the top of the four.
Robin Childers: Awesome!
Mr. Torvald: I was talking to Terri.
Terri Fletcher: [to Jay] I've been writing songs since I was a kid, but my arrangements sound like some cheesy Saturday morning cartoon or something.
Engelbert 'Kiwi' Wilson: [about Terri] Jay, I like this girl. You know how to pick 'em.
Simon Fletcher: Where is she?
Aunt Nina: Ah, well, there's something I want to talk to you about, Simon.
Mr. Holcomb: Have a very pleasant Summer everyone. Miss Fletcher, rehearsal tomorrow at four.
[to a Very Drunk and Determined Jay Corgan]
Terri Fletcher: Why would you do that? Why would you drink?
Jay Corgan: [on the verge of crying in self pity] Because... Because I'm... I'm worthless
Terri Fletcher: [crossly] You know what? Don't even try and give me that self-pity thing!
[Jay and a lot of people are playing]
Robin Childers: Hey, Jay, nice hook.
Jay Corgan: Jump in and pick it up.
Terri Fletcher: The show's over. Okay, you can go now.
Jay Corgan: Look, whatever it is, you can't leave.
Jay Corgan: Terri, I don't care about her. I care about you.
Denise Gilmore: Boy, who you trying to play?
Jay Corgan: Just chill out, okay? Look, Terri. I care about you. You know I do.