Music and Lyrics

Alex Fisher:
[while performing] Girls, tell me something... Are these pants too tight?

Alex Fisher:
I like your roof. It's good that its upstairs.

Alex Fisher:
[Recording their song demo, Sophie practically whisper-sings her lines.] Just a little bit louder, 'cause this song is intended for humans, m'kay?

Alex Fisher:
I've given up! I've given up! My face is in the butter!

Alex Fisher:
People wait their whole lives to see an ex when things are going really good. it NEVER happens. You could make relationship history!

Alex Fisher:
Anybody see 'Battle of the 80's Has-Beens' last night? That Debbie Gibson can take a punch.

Alex Fisher:
The few syllables you got out were absolutely devastating.

Alex Fisher:
We could even re-pot the ficus.

Alex Fisher:
They're aliens, clearly, I have no children.

Alex Fisher:
I have great insight. I'd use it on myself only I don't have any problems.

Alex Fisher:
You're Cole Porter in panties. Of course, having said that, Cole Porter probably did wear panties.

Cora Corman:
I'll show you the roof. It's upstairs.

Sophie Fisher:
Are you trying to tell me that you enjoyed that orgasm set to the "Gandhi" soundtrack?

[Alex and Sophie are trying out their song on the doorman.]

Alex Fletcher:
[singing] I've been sleeping with a clown above... [he continues, obviously derailed] my...bed... [in a normal speaking voice] "Clown" is not right. What is that word?

Sophie Fisher:
It's "cloud".

Alex Fletcher:
Well, write more clearly, how can you expect me to read-

Sophie Fisher:
Why would you put a clown in your bed?

Alex Fletcher:
Let me tell you, it would not be the first time.

Alex Fletcher:
I think you are way too talented and gifted...and unusual to let anyone keep you from standing.

Sophie Fisher:
That's wonderfully sensitive... especially from a man who wears such tight pants.

Alex Fletcher:
It forces all the blood to my heart.

Alex Fletcher:
You look like a worried little doggy.

Sophie Fisher:
Ruff.

Alex Fletcher:
[Hails taxi] She's going to have a baby!

Sophie Fisher:
[Taxi continues driving away] Hey! What if it were true?

Lyricist:
[upon hearing Sophie's version of "Way back into love"] What's the next line? Feelings? Nothing more than feelings? You people disgust me.

Alex Fletcher:
Theoretically, I could pick you up because I will be taking a cab.

Sophie Fisher:
I could be standing outside at 9:40 in bright orange clothes, so you wouldn't miss me...

Alex Fletcher:
Oh, good, you'll get some road work done while you wait, then.

Alex Fletcher:
[Sophie moves a chair] What are you doing, you madwoman, you're wrecking my apartment!

Sophie Fisher:
Well, I can't write sitting all the way across the room.

Alex Fletcher:
No, go back to your corner!

Sophie Fisher:
...Fine, all right.

[goes, leaving the chair where she moved it]

Alex Fletcher:
I'm blocked. How am I supposed to get out?

Sophie Fisher:
Go out the other side.

Alex Fletcher:
But... but... I've never been out the other side.

Alex Fletcher:
[start of Way Back Into Love Demo Version] Way Back Into Love, take one.

Sophie Fisher:
I-uh-I'm getting really nervous.

Alex Fletcher:
You'll be fine, just use your normal, nice voice that I've heard... so much over the last three days.

Sophie Fisher:
It's like, ugh, my throat's closing up. It's, like, anaphylactic. [cough]

Alex Fletcher:
It's fine, it's just a three-minute song.

Sophie Fisher:
[hits her head on piano] OW!

Alex Fletcher:
Yes, I think she's up now.

Alex Fletcher:
It doesn't have to be perfect. Just spit it out. They're just lyrics.

Sophie Fisher:
"Just lyrics"?

Alex Fletcher:
Lyrics are important. They're just not as important as melody.

Sophie Fisher:
I really don't think you get it.

Alex Fletcher:
Oh. You look angry. Click your pen.

Sophie Fisher:
A melody is like seeing someone for the first time. The physical attraction. Sex.

Alex Fletcher:
I so get that.

Sophie Fisher:
But then, as you get to know the person, that's the lyrics. Their story. Who they are underneath. It's the combination of the 2 that makes it magical.

Sophie Fisher:
Are you OK?

Alex Fletcher:
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's just my Pop! hip. It comes from years of doing our patented dance move. My God, I've suffered for my art.

Sophie Fisher:
[talking about Alex's solo album] I bought it... the last copy.

Alex Fletcher:
Right, well, I insist on paying you back immediately. $9.99 right? Do you have a penny?

Alex Fletcher:
Are you single?

Rhonda Fisher:
I've been married 16 years, but nothing's set in stone, right?

Alex Fletcher:
[walks over and takes the plant away from her] Ok, you may now start killing the next one.

Rhonda Fisher:
[Dry] How unusual for you.

Sophie Fisher:
Okay, listen, I have to tell you this; I met that guy from that band you used to like, Alex Fletcher from 'Pop!'?

[Rhonda freezes, overcome, and begins hyperventilating]

Rhonda Fisher:
Omigod!

Sophie Fisher:
[Not noticing, continuing to ramble] Anyway, I do Jane's plant service, y'know, I'm taking over for her while she's gone, and anyway she does his apartment. And so I was there - actually, it was the second time - and he invited me to see him come perform tonight -

Rhonda Fisher:
GARY I'M GOING OUT!!!

[Rhonda runs out, babbling excitedly]

Sophie Fisher:
[Nonplussed] ... That really wasn't the end of the story, but...

Chris Riley:
She seems like a very spiritual kid.

Alex Fletcher:
Yes, it's very nice to see a young woman exploring religion.

Sophie Fisher:
[while over-watering the same plant] I mean we're so close. We're just not there yet. We have to stay focused and stay... you know completely understanding of what we're trying to say.

Alex Fletcher:
[walks over and takes the plant away from her] Ok, you may now start killing the next one.