Cherie Currie Quotes in The Runaways (2010)

Marie Currie: You took Mom's black heels?

Cherie Currie: Like, she's ever worn anything twice? Anyway, you should be more worried about her finding out about how old your skanky boyfriend is.

Marie Currie: I'm sorry. Does your boyfriend have a car? I'm sorry, do you even have a boyfriend?

Kim Fowley: Joan! This is Joan Jett. And you are?

Cherie Currie: Cherie.

Kim Fowley: Cherie? Cherie what?

Cherie Currie: Currie.

Kim Fowley: Cherie Currie. That's your real name? Tell me, Cherie Currie, can you sing or play a musical instrument?

Cherie Currie: Yeah. Yeah, I can sing. I won a talent show lip-syncing David Bowie. Why?

Kim Fowley: "Why?" ask the maybe-great Cherie Currie. Read my lips. We love your look. We're choosing you to become a part of rock 'n' roll history. Do you want to be in the band?

Cherie Currie: Are you kidding?

Kim Fowley: How old are you?

Cherie Currie: Fifteen.

Kim Fowley: Jail fucking bait. Jack fucking pot!

Cherie Currie: What is this?

Sandy West: It ain't baby shampoo. I call it the dirty sink. A little bit of everything from my parent's liquor cabinet. Just a little, so they can't tell I'm dipping into their stash.

Cherie Currie: My dad would notice - he likes his booze.

Sandy West: Is he an alcoholic?

Cherie Currie: No, he just likes it. He says that's the difference. He likes to drink, he doesn't need to drink.

Sandy West: I like to drink.

Joan Jett: The dirty sink is where we're gonna be puking that shit up tomorrow.

Sandy West: Hey, Salt 'n' Pepper - race you down the hill.

Joan Jett: You're fucking on.

Marie Currie: Mom's gonna kill you. It really looks terrible.

Cherie Currie: Good.

Marie Currie: You know how many new bands think they're gonna make it?

Cherie Currie: Kim thinks we got a real shot.

Marie Currie: Kim Fowley? That guy's a total creep. Seriously, I heard he has a coat made out of dog fur.

Cherie Currie: Well, excuse me if I don't wanna work at the Pup 'n' Fry for the rest of my life.

Cherie's Mom: Places everybody! Places! Come quickly, I have the most wonderful news!

Marie Currie: What's all the commotion about?

Cherie's Mom: Well, we're moving to Indonesia!

Marie Currie: What? What do you mean?

Cherie Currie: What do you mean, "we"?

Marie Currie: You're leaving? You're leaving us?

Cherie's Mom: No. No. Nobody's leaving anybody! We're a family. We'll always be a family. This is just something that we have to do right now.

Cherie Currie: Why?

Cherie's Mom: Wolfgang and I are getting married and, and he lives in Indonesia. You girls are welcome to come along. I've spoken to your father and he says you're more than welcome to stay with him at Aunt Evie's.

Cherie Currie: Well, where exactly are we gonna sleep at Aunt Evie's?

Cherie's Mom: He bought you a brand new sleeper sofa. Top of the line! It's really not that bad.

Cherie Currie: Why can't we at least just stay here?

Cherie's Mom: Because you're 15 years old. Just calm down. This is a transition, not a tragedy. We're all gonna be fine!

Cherie Currie: Stop saying "we". There's obviously no "we" there's a "you". There hasn't been a "we" since you kicked Dad out for leaving water rings on the furniture!

Cherie's Mom: Don't be so dramatic, Cherie.

Cherie Currie: Oh, coming from the actress. Places, places everyone!

Cherie Currie: I love you.

Marie Currie: I love you, too. Don't forget about the little people.

Cherie Currie: You're taller.

Joan Jett: Hey kid, wake up, we got some bad news.

Cherie Currie: [tired] What?

Joan Jett: Fuckin' Kim, man. He snaked us.

Cherie Currie: What?

Joan Jett: Remember how he was all, you gotta pay your dues, that's how we're gonna get a record deal, blah-fucking-blah? Well, he was right. We fucking did it!

Cherie Currie: What?

Joan Jett: That Frankenstein-looking, crazy motherfucker did it! Mercury fucking Records! Mercury fucking Records!

Cherie Currie: We got signed?

Joan Jett: Yep! We're going to Hollywood in like an hour, we're gonna tell the rest of the girls. Get your little ass ready!

Joan Jett: What the hell are you wearing?

Cherie Currie: I'm thinking with my cock.

Joan Jett: More like, a boner, man.

Cherie Currie: I think I'm gonna wear it.

Joan Jett: Where? To the strip club?

Cherie Currie: What the fuck 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 fucking 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 fuck up, Lita. Shut the fuck 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 shit! 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 fucking booth! I'm done!

Lita Ford: What's the matter? No flash bulbs? No one to fall over, while you sing?

Joan Jett: That's enough! Cherie, come on, we need to finish. Just bring the bottle. Cherie!

Lita Ford: Cherie? Hey, Cherie! I gotta take a piss. Would that be okay with you? 'Cause if not, I could just hold it in!

Cherie Currie: You can piss your fucking pants for all I care!

Lita Ford: I am gonna piss down your fucking throat!

Joan Jett: Lita! Calm down! That's enough! Calm down!

Lita Ford: Why? Why are you always defending her, Joan?

Kim Fowley: Cherie Currie! Welcome. You look great. What song are you going to sing for us today?

Cherie Currie: Um, "Fever".

Kim Fowley: "Fever"?

Lita Ford: A Peggy Lee song?

Sandy West: Who's Peggy Lee?

Joan Jett: My mom likes Peggy Lee.

Lita Ford: Kim, you should have told her. We don't play that shit.

Cherie Currie: Suzi Quatro covered "Fever".

Lita Ford: It's a slow song. We don't play slow songs.

Joan Jett: Well, can you do a different song?

Cherie Currie: Yeah, it's just the only one I learned for today.

Kim Fowley: [interrupts] Go! Wait outside. Go. Go!

Lita Ford: [throws magazines at Cherie] What is this?

Cherie Currie: What's your problem?

Lita Ford: What's your fucking problem?

Joan Jett: Lita, that is cool.

Lita Ford: It's not cool! Did you know about this?

Cherie Currie: Kim sent them over. They just showed up at my house with cameras. What was I supposed to say?

Joan Jett: Well, you could say no. You could say "I'm a singer in a band, not Linda fucking Lovelace." Look at this! When did you do this? This is exactly what Kim wants. He's gonna be really happy! But this is all they're gonna say about us! Do you think anybody's gonna take us seriously?

Cherie Currie: Son of a bitch, it's just publicity. It helps everyone.

Joan Jett: Well, what were you thinking? Publicize the music! Not your crotch!

Cashier: [Cherie tries to purchase a handle of vodka] Um, I can't sell you this.

Cherie Currie: I have my ID.

Grocery Store Manager: Yes, what can I do? Uh, I'm sorry, but, we won't be able to sell you that.

Cherie Currie: I'll have you fired. Replaced. Just like that.

Grocery Store Manager: I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, please. Right now.

Cherie Currie: You're nothing but dog shit, Mister. And you. You're just a filthy... pussy.

Cherie Currie: Hey Derek, did Marie tell you she's not wearing any underwear?

Kim Fowley: Repeat after me: 'I'll give ya something to live for. Have ya, grab ya until you're sore.'

Cherie Currie: I can't say that.

Kim Fowley: What? Oh, Okay. Goodbye. Go sell girl scout cookies. Who's next?

Joan Jett: No man, I like "Airplane" better. "Jefferson Starship" sounds like a fucking Disney ride or something.

Cherie Currie: My mother's gonna kill me. She's gonna take a gun and kill me. Don't you guys have any kind of curfew?

Joan Jett: Nah, my dad split. He was the strict one.

Cherie Currie: Yeah? Mine left, too. Well, he didn't really leave, ah, he was kicked out and replaced.

Joan Jett: Do you take the garbage out now?

Cherie Currie: Yeah. Well, me and my sister.

Joan Jett: Yeah, me too.

Sandy West: What the fuck?

Cherie Currie: What, we're supposed to all share one bed?

Lita Ford: Fuckin' Kim, man!

Cherie Currie: I'm taking a break.

Lita Ford: Again?

Kim Fowley: No, you're not. You dogs wanna stay up all night, eating pussy, sucking cock, chewing Quaaludes, that's fine. But not until you get this song down. Now, do it again: One! Two! Three!

[the girls start playing]

Kim Fowley: Horse shit! Horse shit!

[Cherie laughs]

Kim Fowley: What are you laughing at? You think you can sing like that in front of people? In front of customers? You bitches need to start thinking like men. No snips, no snails, no puppy dog tails - men wanna fuck! Men want this! Filthy pussy! And you're gonna give it to them. You're gonna put it in their faces and then take it away, just to break their fucking hearts. What's wrong, Cherie, are you tired?

Cherie Currie: Yeah.

Kim Fowley: Yeah, are you bored?

Cherie Currie: Yeah, I am, actually.

Kim Fowley: Well, guess what? You're not allowed to be tired, you're not permitted to be bored. You're an employee. You are my property, and you'll do as I say or you can go flip tacos with your better-looking sister.

Cherie Currie: Fuck you, Kim. I'm losing my voice. I'm taking a break.

Kim Fowley: Hey! News flash, diva: This ain't the opera. They're not coming to hear your chops. They're not coming to hear you bang on your drum. We are in the music business. You wanna be artists, cut off your fucking ears and mail them to your boyfriends. You wanna be rock stars, listen up. Now, Cherie's lack of greatness - her lack of rock 'n' roll authority - is getting in the way of our product. What is that product? Sex! Violence! Revolt!

Marie Currie: Hello? Cherie, can you hear me?

Cherie Currie: What?

Marie Currie: It's me! Marie. Dad's sick. You gotta come home.

Cherie Currie: Who?

Marie Currie: Dad. He's sick. You gotta come home, okay? Turn the music down.

Cherie Currie: Who? I don't have a home. Do you have a home?

Joan Jett: There's an all-girl rock band in Korea now.

Cherie Currie: Yeah?

Joan Jett: Yeah, the singer thinks she's you. They're shit.

Cherie Currie: Did Marie call?

Marie Currie: Well, if it isn't Mary, mother of God. What, no disciples? No cameras?

Cherie Currie: Just me.

Cherie Currie: So, uh... Do I have to actually say all the things I want to say or do we still have the, you know - sister thing?

Cherie Currie: Hi, Daddy.

Cherie's Dad: Hi, Kitten.

Cherie Currie: We have money, okay? You have money. We're gonna be fine.

Cherie Currie: I think I just need a break... From the band.

Joan Jett: If you haven't noticed, Cherie, we're in the middle of cutting a record.

Cherie Currie: I just gotta spend time with my family, you know?

Joan Jett: Who? Your mom in Indonesia? Your drunk dad? Are we not your fucked up family now?

Cherie Currie: I can't do this anymore. I need my life back, you know?

Joan Jett: This is my life.

Cherie Currie: [intoxicated on the phone] Hola mana! I'm... gonna need you to come pick me up.

Marie Currie: I can't, I'm at work. I have to go.

[hangs up]

Cherie Currie: Places everyone! Places! Places! Places...

Cherie Currie: [singing] Hey street boy, what's your style? Your dead end dreams don't make you smile. I'll give ya something to live for. Have ya, grab ya till you're sore! Hello daddy, hello mom, I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb! Hello world, I'm your wild girl, I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!