"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?"

"Some of the biggest mistakes in my life have been haircuts."

"When the serpent appears, his head is ten feet long and five feet wide. He has one red eye and one green eye. He's deadly and he's seven miles long. As he moves—on his scales is written all the history of the world, all people, all actions, all of us our little pictures on the scales, God it's big! -- and it's eating as it moves all the time, devouring, digesting consciousness, power, a monster of energy! We must kiss the snake on the tongue, if it senses our fear, it will eat us instantly. But if we kiss it without fear, the snake will take us through the garden and out the gate. To our freedom -we must ride this snake. To the end of time."

"Hey! I am the Lizard King. I can do anything! Raise your hands if you understand! Alive, any of you alive—let's take a poll—how many of you know you're really alive?! [numerous people raise their hands and yell] BULLSHIT! Plastic soldiers in a miniature dirt war! C'mon! How many of you people know you're alive? How many of you people know you're really alive!"

"I like a man who wears his soul on his face."

"The music was new black polished chrome and came over the summer like liquid night."

"[to John] What's a rock and roll band for man, if you can't party all night and do bad things?"

"We gotta take the planet back, reinvent the gods, make new myths."

"The reaction I get now looking back is the soul of the ghosts of those dead Indians—maybe one or two of them were just running around freaking out and just leaped into my soul—and they're still there."

"It was the first time I tasted fear. I musta been about four, like a child is just like a flower, his head is floating in the breeze."

"Is everybody in?... Is everybody in?... Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin..."

"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"

"[introducing Ace] He made his first bet when he was 15 years old, and he always made money. But he didn't bet like you or me. You know, having some fun with it, shit like that. He'd bet like a fucking brain surgeon. He had to know everything, this guy. He'd find the kind of inside stuff nobody else knew, and that's what he'd put his money on. Even back home, years ago, when we were first hanging out together, he'd know if the quarterback was on coke, if his girlfriend was knocked up. He'd get the wind velocity so he could judge the field goals. He even figured out the different bounce you got off the different kinds of wood they used on college basketball courts, y'know? He'd be working on this shit day and night. There was nothing about a game he was going to bet that he didn't know. Season after season, the prick was the only guaranteed winner that I ever knew, but he was so serious about it all, I don't think he ever enjoyed himself. But that's just the way he was."

"Got a lot of holes in the desert. And a lot of problems are buried in those holes. Except you gotta do it right. I mean, you gotta have the hole already dug before you show up with a package in the trunk. Otherwise, you're talking about a half hour or 45 minutes of digging. And who knows who's gonna be coming along in that time? Before you know it, you gotta dig a few more holes; you could be there all fucking night!"

"The town will never be the same. After the Tangiers, the big corporations took it all over. Today, it looks like Disneyland. And while the kids play cardboard pirates, Mommy and Daddy drop the house payments and Junior's college money on the poker slots. In the old days, dealers knew your name, what you drank, what you played. Today, it's like checking into an airport, and if you order room service, you're lucky if you get it by Thursday. Today, it's all gone. You got a whale show up with four million in a suitcase, and some 25-year-old hotel school kid is gonna want his social security number. After the Teamsters got knocked out of the box, the corporations tore down practically every one of the old casinos. And where did the money come from to rebuild the pyramids? Junk bonds. But in the end, I wound up right back where I started. I could still pick winners, and I could still make money for all kinds of people back home. And why mess up a good thing? And that's that."

"The word was out. The bosses had enough of Nicky. They had enough. How much were they gonna take? So they made an example of him and his brother. They buried them while they were still breathing. They had other ideas for me."

"No matter what the feds or the papers might have said about my car-bombing, it was amateur night - and you could tell. Whoever it was, they put the dynamite under the passenger side. But what they didn't know - what nobody outside the factory knew - was that that model car was made with a metal plate under the driver's seat. It's the only thing that saved my life. The bombing was never authorized, but I suspect I know who lit the fuse. [cut to Nicky meeting up with his gang in the cornfield] And so did the powers that be."

"Jerry Vale - Himself"

"Jayne Meadows - Herself"