"(Georg) See each night it's like fantastic, tossing turning without rest, Cause' my days at the piano and my teacher and her breasts. I mean music's like the one thing I can even get at all. And those breasts. I mean, God please just let those apples fall."

"(Hanschen) Bobby Maler, he's the best. Looks so nasty in those khakis"

"you say all you want is just a kiss good night then you hold me and you whisper, "child the lord won't mind" it's just you and me, child you're a beauty"

"Now our bodies are the guilty ones. Who touch, and color the hours."

"(Wendla entire song) Mama, who bore me mama the angels, no sleep in Heaven or Bethlehem."

"Some pray that one day, Christ will come a calling. They light a candle, and hope that it glows. And some just lie there cryin' for Him to come and find them, but when he comes they don't know how to go."

"(Melchior entire song) All that's known, in History, Science. Overthrown, at school, at home by blind men. You doubt them, but soon they bark and hound you, till everything you say is just another bad about you. All they say is trust in what is written, wars are made, and somehow that is wisdom. Thought is suspect and money is their idol, and nothing is okay unless it's scripted in their bible. And I know there's so much more to find, just in looking through myself and not at them. I know to trust my own true mind! And to say there's a way through this. On I go, to wonder and to learning. Name the stars and know their dark returning. I'm calling to know the worlds true yearning. The hunger that a child feels for everything they're shown. You watch me! Just watch me! I'm calling it, that one day all will know. You watch me just watch me. I'm calling. I'm calling, and one day all will know!"

"(Moritz) God, I dreamed there was an angel, who could hear me through the wall, as I cried out, like, in Latin "this is so not life at all!" Help me out, out of this nighmare when I heard her silver call. She said just give it time kid I come to one and all. She said give me that hand please and the itch you can't control. Let me teach you how to handle all the sadness in your soul. Oh we'll work that silver magic then we'll aim it at the wall. She said love may you blind kid but I wouldn't mind at all."

"It's the bitch of the living, just getting out of bed""

"(All) It's the bitch of the living, bitch just the bitch, living in your head just the bitch yeah."

"(Georg) Where I go, when I go there no more weeping anymore. Only in and out your lips. The broken wishes washing with them to shore."

"(All) Touch me, all silent. Tell me, please, all is forgiven. Consume my mind, consume my wine. I'll tell you how, how the winds sigh."

"We've all got our junk, and my junk is you."

"Come cream away the bliss, fondle the pearl of your distant dreams."

"(Melichior entire song) You fold his hands and smooth his tie, you gently life his chin. Were you really so blind? And unkind to him? Can't help the itch to touch to kiss to hold him once again. Now to close his eyes, never open them." A shadow past a shadow past yearning yearning for the fool. He called a home. All things he ever did are left behind. All the things his mama wished he bared in mind. And all his dad, had hope he know. The talks you never had the saturday's you never spent. All the grown up places, you never went. And all of the crying you wouldn't understand. You just let him cry, 'make a man out of him. A shadow past a shadow past yearning yearning for the fool. He called a home. All things he ever wished are left behind, all the things that ever flickered through his mind. All the sadness that he'd come to own. And it whistles through the ghosts still left behind."

"Yeah you're fucked all right and all for spite you can kiss your sorry ass goodbye. Totally fucked will they mess you up well they know they're gonna try"

"(Ilse)Wind always wants to Creep up and haunt you Whistling, it's got you. With it's heartache, and it's sorrowWinter wind sings and it cries."

"There's a moment you know...you're fucked."

"blah blah blah blah blah blah blah"

"(Moritz) Awful sweet to be a little butterfly! Just winging over things and nothing deep inside! Nothing going, going wild in you, you know. You're slowing by the river side. Or floating high and blue."

":Father Kaulbach: Ah but children, children, in what ways have we cloaked, and hidden even from ourselves, the secret bargains we have made with out own devils...?"

"(Moritz) Or maybe I should be some kind of laundry line. Hang your thing on me. And I would swing them dry! You just wave in the sun through the afternoon and then unseen, they come to set you free, beneath rising moon! Cause you know! I don't do sadness, not even a little bit! Just don't need it in my life don't want any part of it! I don't do sadness! Hey I've done my time looking back on it all and it blows my mind. I don't do sadness so been there don't do sadness just don't care!"

":Herr Knochenbruch: For our part, we have made a thorough examination of the handwriting of this obscene document, and compared it with every single pupil-"

"But the thing that makes you really jump, is that the weirdest shit is still to come. You can ask yourself, "Hey what have I done" you're still a fly the little guys they kill for fun."

"(Moritz) Or maybe cool to be a little summer wind. Like once through everything and then away again. With the taste of dust in your mouth all day but no need to know. Like sadness, you just sail away."

"Oh, I'm gonna be wounded. Oh I'm gonna be your wound. Oh I'm gonna bruise you. Oh I'm gonna be your bruise."

"(Melchior) Where I go when I go there, no more memory any more. Only men on distant ships, the women with them swimming with them to shore"

"(Hanschen) I go up to my room turn my room turn my stereo on, shoot up some you, And the you is some song"

"(Otto) Where I go, when I go there, no more shadows anymore. Only men with golden fins, the rhythm with them rocking with them to shore."

"(Moritz) Cause you know! I don't do sadness, not even a little bit! Just don't need it in my life don't want any part of it! I don't do sadness! Hey I've done my time looking back on it all and it blows my mind. I don't do sadness so been there don't do sadness just don't care!"

"You'll have to excuse me, I know it's so off, I love when you do stuff that's rude and so wrong"

"It's almost like lovin', sad as that is. May not be cool, but it's so where I live."

"Fraulein Grossenbustenhaulter: Very well, Georg, and this time bring out the left hand"

"(Georg) You'll have to excuse me, I know it's so off. I love when you do stuff that's rude and so wrong."

"(Moritz) Where I go, when I go there, no more whispering anymore. Only hymns upon your lip. The broken wishes washing with them to shore."

"(Ernst) Touch me! Just like that, and that- oh yeah, know that' heaven. Now that I like, god that's so nice. Now lower down, where the figs lie."

"(Ilse) Spring and summer, every other day. Blue wind get's so pained blowing through the thick corn through the bales of hay. Through open books on the grass. Sure, when its autum. Wind always wants to creep up and haunt you. This winds got you."

"Daniel Reichard - Bob Gaudio"

"...I never heard a voice like Frankie Valli's. After eight bars, I know I need to write for this voice."

"J. Robert Spencer - Nick Massi"

"They ask ya "what was the high point?" The Hall of Fame, sellin' all those records, pullin' Sherry outta the hat? It was all great. But the first time the four of us made that sound, our sound... when everything dropped away and all there was was the music... that was the best."

"That's why I'm still out there singin', like that bunny on TV with the battery, I just keep goin' and goin' and goin'... chasin' the music, tryin' to get home."

"John Lloyd Young - Frankie Valli"

"Peter Gregus - Bob Crewe"

"(talking about Frankie) He's a good kid, he just needs a little, y'know, guidance."

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. We're the Variety Trio. (to band) ...three, four! (to audience) And now, a new discovery of mine, little Frankie Casteluccio."

"You ask four guys how it happened, you get four different versions. And this is where all of them start. A thousand years ago. Eisenhower. Rocky Marciano. And a few guys under a streetlamp singing somebody else's latest hit."

"Mark Lotito - Gyp DeCarlo"

"Christian Hoff - Tommy DeVito"

"Who cares what they're wearing on Main Street, or Saville Row? It's what you wear from ear to ear and not from head to toe that matters... You're never fully dressed without a smile!"