The Runaways (2010) Poster

(2010)

Scout Taylor-Compton: Lita Ford

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  • Cherie Currie : What the fuck is this?

    Sandy West : That was pretty nasty, Kim.

    Kim Fowley : That - is what we call controversy. That - is what we call publicity. That - is what we call a juicy story. And you're welcome. Because of me, that piece is twice as long and half of it is about you! This is press, my budding young starlet - not prestige. Get used to it. Now get in the booth and finish the song. I got this place on lock-out and I'm paying through the fucking nose. So let's go, let's go. Sing. Sing!

    Cherie Currie : No.

    Kim Fowley : No?

    Joan Jett : Come on, Cherie, let's just finish and go home.

    Lita Ford : Yeah, get in the booth, Cherie.

    Joan Jett : Shut the fuck up, Lita. Shut the fuck up!

    Lita Ford : You shut up.

    Cherie Currie : I'm not singing.

    Kim Fowley : Of course you're singing. You're a singer, Cherie! That's what you do. You sing and you strut around in your underwear. You do what I tell you to do. And right now, I'm telling you to get in the booth. So get in the booth.

    Cherie Currie : No.

    Kim Fowley : Mm. Get in the booth, Cherie.

    Cherie Currie : No.

    Kim Fowley : Get in the booth.

    Cherie Currie : No.

    Kim Fowley : Get in the booth before I lose my patience and send you back where I rescued you from.

    Cherie Currie : Good! Send me back, I don't give a shit! I wanna go back!

    Kim Fowley : Careful... Get in the booth.

    Cherie Currie : No!

    Kim Fowley : Get in the booth!

    Cherie Currie : No! I'm not gonna be your little lap dog anymore! You've been speaking for me this whole time! You get in the fucking booth! I'm done!

  • Lita Ford : What's the matter? No flash bulbs? No one to fall over, while you sing?

    Joan Jett : That's enough! Cherie, come on, we need to finish. Just bring the bottle. Cherie!

    Lita Ford : Cherie? Hey, Cherie! I gotta take a piss. Would that be okay with you? 'Cause if not, I could just hold it in!

    Cherie Currie : You can piss your fucking pants for all I care!

    Lita Ford : I am gonna piss down your fucking throat!

    Joan Jett : Lita! Calm down! That's enough! Calm down!

    Lita Ford : Why? Why are you always defending her, Joan?

  • Kim Fowley : Cherie Currie! Welcome. You look great. What song are you going to sing for us today?

    Cherie Currie : Um, "Fever".

    Kim Fowley : "Fever"?

    Lita Ford : A Peggy Lee song?

    Sandy West : Who's Peggy Lee?

    Joan Jett : My mom likes Peggy Lee.

    Lita Ford : Kim, you should have told her. We don't play that shit.

    Cherie Currie : Suzi Quatro covered "Fever".

    Lita Ford : It's a slow song. We don't play slow songs.

    Joan Jett : Well, can you do a different song?

    Cherie Currie : Yeah, it's just the only one I learned for today.

    Kim Fowley : [interrupts]  Go! Wait outside. Go. Go!

  • Lita Ford : [throws magazines at Cherie]  What is this?

    Cherie Currie : What's your problem?

    Lita Ford : What's your fucking problem?

    Joan Jett : Lita, that is cool.

    Lita Ford : It's not cool! Did you know about this?

    Cherie Currie : Kim sent them over. They just showed up at my house with cameras. What was I supposed to say?

    Joan Jett : Well, you could say no. You could say "I'm a singer in a band, not Linda fucking Lovelace." Look at this! When did you do this? This is exactly what Kim wants. He's gonna be really happy! But this is all they're gonna say about us! Do you think anybody's gonna take us seriously?

    Cherie Currie : Son of a bitch, it's just publicity. It helps everyone.

    Joan Jett : Well, what were you thinking? Publicize the music! Not your crotch!

  • Sandy West : What the fuck?

    Cherie Currie : What, we're supposed to all share one bed?

    Lita Ford : Fuckin' Kim, man!

  • Cherie Currie : I'm taking a break.

    Lita Ford : Again?

    Kim Fowley : No, you're not. You dogs wanna stay up all night, eating pussy, sucking cock, chewing Quaaludes, that's fine. But not until you get this song down. Now, do it again: One! Two! Three!

    [the girls start playing] 

    Kim Fowley : Horse shit! Horse shit!

    [Cherie laughs] 

    Kim Fowley : What are you laughing at? You think you can sing like that in front of people? In front of customers? You bitches need to start thinking like men. No snips, no snails, no puppy dog tails - men wanna fuck! Men want this! Filthy pussy! And you're gonna give it to them. You're gonna put it in their faces and then take it away, just to break their fucking hearts. What's wrong, Cherie, are you tired?

    Cherie Currie : Yeah.

    Kim Fowley : Yeah, are you bored?

    Cherie Currie : Yeah, I am, actually.

    Kim Fowley : Well, guess what? You're not allowed to be tired, you're not permitted to be bored. You're an employee. You are my property, and you'll do as I say or you can go flip tacos with your better-looking sister.

    Cherie Currie : Fuck you, Kim. I'm losing my voice. I'm taking a break.

    Kim Fowley : Hey! News flash, diva: This ain't the opera. They're not coming to hear your chops. They're not coming to hear you bang on your drum. We are in the music business. You wanna be artists, cut off your fucking ears and mail them to your boyfriends. You wanna be rock stars, listen up. Now, Cherie's lack of greatness - her lack of rock 'n' roll authority - is getting in the way of our product. What is that product? Sex! Violence! Revolt!

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