- Coleman Buckmaster: They're just gonna keep cranking out that same kind of garbage. Right now the idea is to have me produce fast-buck bubblegum shit. Then when they think the drug supplies are loosening up, then they tell me to produce some music for kids to freak out by.
- Amanda: You mean, like instant social remedies from the same wonderful people who gave us decadence?
- Coleman Buckmaster: Hmmm. I kinda like that.
- Coleman Buckmaster: Music is my life. It's important to me. It's important to people; I mean, if it's good, it can give people some hope and some relief from all the shit in this world. And it can make them feel good, even if it is only for a couple of minutes. And that's what I wanna do. And I'm gonna do it.
- Velour Page: To Janis, baby, wherever you are.
- Coleman Buckmaster: Did you know Janis?
- Velour Page: I saw her once. God, what an ugly bitch. On the outside, you know; on the inside, she was beautiful. She was me turned inside... out.
- Coleman Buckmaster: Sometimes... pretty pays the price.
- Annabel Lee: You know, if Miss America over there could only *sing*, right, she'd be a superstar. Doesn't she know her voice comes out of *your* head?
- Velour Page: [reading a critic's review] "Miss Page comes off as a walking, talking Kewpie doll carved out of maple sugar candy; too sweet for my taste." Do you know I did everything but crawl into this little faggot's pants?
- Coleman Buckmaster: What stopped you?
- Ferrara: You know, Buckmaster, you are what's wrong with America today. You're supposed to be an artist. You're supposed to have soul. But you're just a schemer, like them. When the artists of a nation act like politicians, and businessmen, we can expect the decline of greatness.