The Runaways2010

Cherie Currie:
What the f*** 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 f***ing 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 f*** up, Lita. Shut the f*** 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 sh*t! 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 f***ing booth! I'm done!