That's the Way of the World

Coleman Buckmaster:
They're just gonna keep cranking out that same kind of garbage. Right now the idea is to have me produce fast-buck bubblegum sh*t. Then when they think the drug supplies are loosening up, then they tell me to produce some music for kids to freak out by.

Amanda:
You mean, like instant social remedies from the same wonderful people who gave us decadence?

Coleman Buckmaster:
Hmmm. I kinda like that.

Coleman Buckmaster:
Music is my life. It's important to me. It's important to people; I mean, if it's good, it can give people some hope and some relief from all the sh*t in this world. And it can make them feel good, even if it is only for a couple of minutes. And that's what I wanna do. And I'm gonna do it.

Velour Page:
To Janis, baby, wherever you are.

Coleman Buckmaster:
Did you know Janis?

Velour Page:
I saw her once. God, what an ugly b*tch. On the outside, you know; on the inside, she was beautiful. She was me turned inside... out.

Coleman Buckmaster:
Sometimes... pretty pays the price.

Annabel Lee:
You know, if Miss America over there could only *sing*, right, she'd be a superstar. Doesn't she know her voice comes out of *your* head?

Velour Page:
[reading a critic's review] "Miss Page comes off as a walking, talking Kewpie doll carved out of maple sugar candy; too sweet for my taste." Do you know I did everything but crawl into this little f*ggot's pants?

Coleman Buckmaster:
What stopped you?

Ferrara:
You know, Buckmaster, you are what's wrong with America today. You're supposed to be an artist. You're supposed to have soul. But you're just a schemer, like them. When the artists of a nation act like politicians, and businessmen, we can expect the decline of greatness.

Carlton James:
We're all going back, folks, to apple pie, and coffee, and home cookin'.