"Now what I want to talk to you two about is the trouble that you've been getting into. Boys, the Lord didn't put you here to be shooting and killing each other. It's right there in the Bible, Exodus 20:13: '"Thou shall not kill.'"

"You need to be glad that you graduated from high school, and that you're alive at eighteen, and you need to do something with yourself before you end up like he (Pernell) did."

"[as he dies in the street] After stomping on Ilena's cousin like that, I knew I was gonna have to deal with that fool someday, but damn. I never thought he'd come back like this—blasting. Like I said, it was funny like that in the hood sometimes. I mean, you never knew what was gonna happen or when. I'd done too much to turn back, and I'd done too much to go on. I guess in the end, it all catches up with you. My grandpa asked me one time if I care whether I live or die. Yeah, I do—and now it's too late."

"I thought killing those fools would make me feel good, but it really didn't make me feel anything. I just knew that I could kill somebody, and if I had to, I could do it again."

"For all the bullshit they try to teach you in high school, I graduated with about half of it. But then, I didn't go to school but half the time. The other half, I was out selling dope. Growing up out here, there was shit that couldn't be learned in no classroom."

"Now O-Dog was the craziest nigga alive. America's nightmare: Young, black, and didn't give a fuck."

"Went into the store just to get a beer. Came out an accessory to murder and armed robbery. It's funny like that in the hood sometimes. You never knew what was gonna happen, or when. After that I knew it was gonna be a long summer."

"The movie will begin in five moments," the mindless voice announced. All those unseated will await the next show. We filed slowly, languidly into the hall. The auditorium was vast and silent. As we seated and were darkened, the voice continued, "The program for this evening is not new. You've seen this entertainment through and through. You've seen your birth, your life and death. You might recall all the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on?"

"Crispin Glover - Andy Warhol"

"Billy Idol - Cat"

"Dennis Burkley - Dog"

"Michael Madsen - Tom Baker"

"Michael Wincott - Paul Rothchild"

"Kathleen Quinlan - Patricia Kennealy"

"Frank Whaley - Robby Krieger"

"Kevin Dillon - John Densmore"

"Meg Ryan - Pamela Courson"

"Kyle MacLachlan - Ray Manzarek"

"Val Kilmer - Jim Morrison"

"The ceremony is about to begin."

""There are things known and things unknown and in between are The Doors."—Jim Morrison"

"The ultimate story of Sex, Drugs & Rock 'N' Roll"

"Tom Baker: [to Jim] You're bored, you're not free. You tested all the limits, fame, fucking, money, -- whatcha gonna do now Jimbo? When the music's over, when you're too fat and ugly to get on a stage, whatcha gonna do for act three—puke on Heaven's door?"

"Andy Warhol: [handing Jim a golden telephone] Edie gave this to me and said mmmmm, I could talk to God with this. But I don't really have anything to say. So... mmmm now you can talk to God."

"Gloria Stavers: [to Jim] You control the audience, like dogs, manipulate them Jim, one picture can control a million people, be anything you want—growl at them, be ugly, be frightened, be selfish. Be man, woman, whild, animal. Live, die, return again. Anything you want. Everything is permitted. Go on look at yourself, fall in love with yourself. You're your own audience now Jim. They want you. Worship and love and adore you...Jim Morrison, the god of Rock and Cock..."

"Patricia Kennealy: [to Jim] Come on rock god, fuck me, fuck me good."

"Ray Manzarek: [to Jim] Things are about to explode man. You can feel it in the air. Vietnam's right out there. Sides are being chosen. People wanna fight or fuck, love or kill, everything's gonna flame. The planet's screaming for change, Morrison. Make the myths man!"

"I'm afraid of my father, I can't be what they want me to be."

"Well far as I'm concerned, Jim, I made music with Dionysus man. We had some moments on stage like no one will ever fucking know."

"[to Jim] You said you love pain man, but you run from it every chance you get."

"I get scared thinking of all the choices inside. I could go. I could stay. I can live everywhere. I could die now if I wanted. It's limitless choice... and no one cares."

"What am I gonna do about these papers? Jim, Jim—you really need to organize this stuff! You handwriting's just like a little kid! My God look at this. I wonder if William Blake was ever this disorganized."

"You're a poet, not a rock star."

"Jim, don't go away! Come dance with me!"

"Take your time, Jim... There's no hurry, I'm all you have to do tonight."

"I can only open doors, Ma'am. I can't drag people thru 'em. I'm no savior."

"Well uh, it's designed to wear you down y'know... when that rap sheet says the "United States of America versus You" it takes you down day by day, specially when no one really gives a shit about, y'know, the First Amendment that's on trial here... Nobody says anything about that, it's just uh did you take your pants off y'know, I mean that's not what it's about, it's about freedom, that's what it's about... but who cares, right? Freedom exists in a schoolbook."

"[to audience] You're all a buncha fucking slaves!"

"[to Pam] I'm the poet and you're my muse."

"I go out on a stage and I howl for people. In me they see what they want to see—some say the Lizard King, whatever that means, or some black-clad leather demon whatever that means... but really I think of myself as a sensitive, intelligent human being but with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most crucial moment... a fake hero... The joke the gods played on me... it's okay, I accept the joke... and smile. Death old friend, death and my cock, I can forgive my injuries in the name of wisdom, luxury, romance. Words got me the wound and will get me well. All join now in lament of my cock, a tongue of knowledge in the feathered night. Boys get crazy in the head and suffer. I sacrifice my cock on the altar of silence."

"I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me. Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality—that's-all—I was curious... I kinda always preferred to be hated. Like Eric von Stroheim in the movies, the man you love to hate, it's meant to be ironic, courage wants to laugh. Y'know it's a stupid situation."

"Hatred is very underestimated emotion."

"Maybe I should always fuck my critics."

"Y'all believe what you want to believe, you will anyway... but it does kinda show you what excites people? Fear, pity, horror—all those good things that count. It's sorta I guess like being on the edge of an orgasm, y'know... that mystery just before you come. When? If? Should I? Will you die for me, eat me, this way, the end..."

"Actually, I don't really remember being born. It musta happened during one of my blackouts."

"Where's your will to be weird man?"