Sandy West Quotes in The Runaways (2010)

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.

Sandy West: It's still not working. Dicks aren't even hard.

Joan Jett: Are you rubbing?

Sandy West: Yeah. I think I'm doing it wrong.

Joan Jett: Try using the shower head. Now, think about someone you really have a crush on.

Sandy West: Still not working.

Joan Jett: How about Farrah Fawcett? Do you like her?

Sandy West: Yeah, who doesn't? Oh. Wait, I think I feel something!

[moaning]

Sandy West: Oh shit! Oh God!

Joan Jett: Hey, what the fuck? Plug me back in!

Band Member: Watch your mouth, kid, or we'll have to turn you over to child services.

Joan Jett: Fuck you, old man!

Sandy West: [band member throws a cigarette at Joan] Hey, what's your fucking problem, man?

Joan Jett: Hey man, I wouldn't. It's a lose-lose situation.

Band Member: How's that?

Joan Jett: Well, if you win, you beat up a girl. If you lose, you get beat up by two.

Sandy West: Teenage ones.

Band Member: All right, sound check is canceled. Maybe if you ever headline, you'll get one. Now why don't you go to your rooms, and do your fucking homework or something?

Joan Jett: Like, we need a sound check.

Sandy West: Pretty soon, you'll be opening for us!

Band Member: Opening your legs, maybe.

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!

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!

Joan Jett: Uh, are you Kim Fowley?

Kim Fowley: Lemme guess. You sing in a band. And it's the greatest fucking band in the world. And I'm the luckiest dogfucker because I get to hear it first.

Joan Jett: I'm, uh... I'm Joan Jett. I play guitar. Electric guitar.

Kim Fowley: Joan Jett, that's a cool name. You guys got a demo?

Joan Jett: No... No guys, man. I want to start an all-girl rock band.

Kim Fowley: Really. Well, maybe I am the luckiest dogfucker after all... Sandy! Sandy the drummer, this is Joan Jett. She claims to be some sort of guitar goddess.

Joan Jett: Well, I didn't say that... that "goddess" thing.

Sandy West: It's cool.

Sandy West: What the fuck?

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

Lita Ford: Fuckin' Kim, man!

Joan Jett: It's too perfect!

[breaks into dressing room]

Sandy West: Hey! These jerk-offs had better food than we did. Well, you gotta pee right? Pee in this shit.

[holds out a cup]

Sandy West: Hey, what are you doing man? You can't pee on their guitars!

Joan Jett: I don't give a fuck. No, I do actually. It will probably add to their sound.

Kim Fowley: [to Sandy and Joan while rehearsing] Halt! I know what we're missing. I know what we need.

[He shows them a picture of Brigitte Bardot on a motorcycle]

Kim Fowley: Huh?

Joan Jett: Yeah.

Sandy West: Bitchin!

Kim Fowley: Vroom Vroom!