The Runaways2010

Kim Fowley:
Pig stink! They'll eat you alive out there! Rock 'n' roll is tough music played in tough venues! Men don't like to seem women anywhere but in their kitchens or on their knees - let alone on stage with guitars. Now, buckle up and get ready for boot camp, babies - you're gonna be trained like the Viet f***ing Cong.

[shouts outside]

Kim Fowley:
Bring it in!

[Guys filter in carrying crates filled with junk]

Kim Fowley:
Okay, filthy pussies, today is heckler's drill. These degenerates here are not your fans. They're not here to tell you how pretty you look, they don't want your f***ing autographs. They want to hurt you. They want you to retreat. Do not.

[the girls look at each other wearily]

Kim Fowley:
Now, move it, move it - I wanna see you b*tches to the death dance. Play!

[Guys start throwing bottles and bricks and garbage]

Kim Fowley:
Incoming!