Command Performance

Venus:
God, they love me here in Russia. Your the drummer for my new warm up act, right?

Joe:
Right.

Venus:
What's your name again?

Joe:
It's Joe.

Venus:
Hey er you wanna party later?

Joe:
Look with all due respect erm you've got a hell of a voice but a waste with this techno dance crap.

Venus:
Because I get a private jet, twenty dancers and fifty million dollar record contract? It pays the rent. Are you sure you wanna open up this tour for me?

Joe:
It pays the rent.

Venus:
Hey, you kicked ass out there.

Joe:
Thanks.

Venus:
Not bad for an older guy.

Venus:
Joe.

Joe:
You okay? You not hurt?

Venus:
They killed my brother and the American ambassador.

Mikhail:
We know.

Venus:
They've got the president and the girls. We've got to get help.

Joe:
Look we've got a hell of a recording deal coming up with your label, none of these a**holes gonna stop me.

Venus:
Joe, don't get killed.

Joe:
You know when this is over I wanna renegotiate my royalty rate, may need your contacts.

Venus:
How can you talk about business at a time like this? Those bastards are trying to kill us!

Joe:
Dying's easy, rock and roll is hard.

Venus:
[after she shoots Vladimir] That's for my brother you f***ing piece of sh*t!

Joe:
We don't rehearse. We just play.

Venus:
Are you sure you wanna open this tour for me?

Joe:
It pays the rent.