Douglas Booth credited as playing...
Nikki Sixx
- Nikki Sixx: How many chicks have you fucked so far?
- Vince Neil: Three.
- Nikki Sixx: No, not today. On the tour.
- Vince Neil: Oh, man. I lost count after that gang bang in Salt Lake City.
- [laughs]
- Nikki Sixx: That was fun.
- Vince Neil: What about you, old man?
- Mick Mars: Did you ever stop to think that the slobs who fuck you guys probably fuck every other band who comes through town?
- [pause, then Nikki, Tommy, and Vince laugh hysterically]
- Vince Neil: Yeah. Yes, they do.
- Tommy Lee: Dude, we're like pussy brothers with the whole scene.
- [continued laughing]
- Mick Mars: I happen to have respect for myself and the females of our species, unlike you animals.
- Nikki Sixx: We wanna knock people on their asses and we gotta give them a show. I'm talking like on stage or in clubs. The fans, they're dying for some anarchy. So let's give it to them.
- Vince Neil: When Tommy sits behind his drums, Nikki picks up his bass, and Mars plugs in his guitar, something happens, man.
- Nikki Sixx: It's like a weird kind of electrical humidity. You don't just hear it, you feel it.
- Tommy Lee: All I can say is we fucking made it, dude.
- Mick Mars: I don't know how we're not dead or in jail. We shit on a lot of people and did things that we regret every day. But somehow, we're still here, in it together.
- Tommy Lee: That's fate.
- Vince Neil: That's family.
- Nikki Sixx: And that's Mötley Fuckin' Crüe.
- [first lines]
- Nikki Sixx: [narrating] The 1980s, the worst fucking decade in human history. Preppies and keyboards, stupid haircuts, Jazzercise, and "Just Say No". It all fucking sucked! So what do you do when you're born in the wrong time? You make it yours. And that's what we did to the Sunset Strip.
- [Ozzy Osbourne arrives at the pool, wearing only a bath robe]
- Ozzy Osbourne: Let's have some fucking fun, huh?
- Nikki Sixx: Morning, Oz.
- [Ozzy approaches an elderly couple]
- Ozzy Osbourne: Oh, you guys need some drinks, eh? Well, drinks are on me.
- [Ozzy moons the elderly woman with a dollar bill stuck between his buttocks]
- Ozzy Osbourne: Take it. Go on! Come on! It's like a piggy bank in there. All right, I'll just leave it there for you.
- [the elderly couple leaves in disgust while Ozzy approaches Mötley Crüe]
- Ozzy Osbourne: Drinks are on me! Drinks are on me!
- Tommy Lee: Morning, Oz.
- Ozzy Osbourne: Hey.
- Nikki Sixx: I'll take a refill.
- [Ozzy flashes the band]
- Tommy Lee: Gross!
- [Ozzy climbs the lifeguard chair]
- Nikki Sixx: I gotta hand it to you, Oz. All these years, and you're still keeping up with us kids.
- Ozzy Osbourne: Keeping up with them? I've fucking lapped you, mate! Now come here and have a talk with your Uncle Oz. Come on. Come on.
- [the band approaches Ozzy]
- Ozzy Osbourne: Now, this is your first real tour, right? I want you to be careful. Have fun, but know when to say when. 'Cause a life full of booze, drugs, and unprotected sex is only gonna fuck you up, man. I mean, you take it too far, and you'll go fucking mad!
- [Ozzy jumps off the lifeguard chair]
- Ozzy Osbourne: And give me a straw. I fancy a bump.
- Nikki Sixx: Oh, man.
- Tommy Lee: All right, we're all out of blow, dude.
- Vince Neil: Man, we're out.
- Ozzy Osbourne: I said I want a bump.
- [looking at Tommy]
- Ozzy Osbourne: Straw, please.
- [Tommy gives Ozzy his whiskey straw]
- Tommy Lee: Okay.
- [Ozzy smiles, then gets down and snorts a line of ants with the straw]
- Nikki Sixx: Oh, fuck.
- [Ozzy gets up]
- Ozzy Osbourne: You think you're ready for that, man? Do ya? Huh? Do you think you're ready for that?
- [Ozzy starts urinating on the pool floor]
- Tommy Lee: [waving at the other guests] Sorry.
- Ozzy Osbourne: Everybody else has a drink.
- [Ozzy gets down to lick his urine, scaring off the other guests]
- Tommy Lee: You're a god, dude.
- Nikki Sixx: Crazy fucker. Watch this.
- [Nikki urinates on the pool floor, but before he gets down, Ozzy shoves him away and licks Nikki's urine off]
- Tommy Lee: I can't unsee that!
- [Vince runs to the stage]
- Nikki Sixx: Vinnie, come on, man. Let's go!
- [Vince meets up with Nikki]
- Nikki Sixx: Jesus Fucking Christ. You do realize we just signed a record deal with his company and that fucking his girlfriend could seriously fuck that up?
- Vince Neil: Only if he finds out, man.
- [they look down toward Tom Zutaut, who looks at the viewers]
- Tom Zutaut: I found out many years later, and it hurt really bad. Bottom line is, don't ever leave your girlfriend alone with Mötley Crüe. Ever! Because they'll fuck her!
- Mick Mars: Yeah, you're goddamn right I'm old. Old enough to know better... than to waste my time fucking around with a bunch of rug-monkeys. I'm paying child support and sleeping on park benches, so I need to know you're not pulling dick here, 'cause I'm looking to go the distance. And if that's not you guys, let's not waste the fucking time.
- Nikki Sixx: I fucking love this weird little guy.
- Tommy Lee: He's real, dude.
- [Nikki and Tommy high-five each other. Tommy offers a high-five to Mick, but Mick stares at him, and he puts his hand down]
- Tommy Lee: Sorry.
- Nikki Sixx: [narration] Fuck. Razzle was dead. The people in the other car were both critically injured. Vince was arrested for drunk driving and vehicular manslaughter. He was sentenced to 30 days in jail. But only served 19 on the condition that he stay sober.
- Reporter: The Mötley Crüe frontman paid 2.5 million in restitution, and some wonder if the consequences are harsh enough for the singer whose actions resulted in tragedy.
- Nikki Sixx: [narration] Vince was my bandmate, my best friend, my brother. And I didn't call. I didn't visit. I didn't support him in any way whatsoever. Why wasn't I there for him? it was simple. I'd fallen head over heels in love. And she was the sweetest thing I'd ever known. She made me feel all the warmth and happiness I never knew as a child.
- [pause]
- Nikki Sixx: [narration] Her name was heroin.
- Nikki Sixx: So here's my theory, okay? If we want to knock people on their asses, then we've gotta give them a show. The punks, they're doing the minimalist thing, so let's take it in the exact opposite direction. I'm talking, I'm talking a stadium show in the clubs, man. Like, costumes and lights and...
- Tommy Lee: Pyro. Flames and shit!
- [Tommy sprays a lighter]
- Nikki Sixx: Exactly.
- Tommy Lee: Explosions.
- Nikki Sixx: Exactly! Look, it's a fucking war out there, and the only way we win is by showing these kids something they've never seen before.
- Vince Neil: So what do we call this thing?
- Nikki Sixx: Where is it? Here.
- [Nikki pulls out his notebook with lyrics and Satanic drawings]
- Nikki Sixx: You know, it's all about being, like, fucking larger than life.
- [Nikki shows them a sheet of paper with a pentagram and the word "XMASS"]
- Vince Neil: XMASS?
- Nikki Sixx: Yeah.
- Mick Mars: On a scale of one to ten, that gets a 1.9.
- [Tommy chuckles]
- Nikki Sixx: It's a play on Christmas, you know. You can use all the Christ imagery and shit. It'll piss people off and make people think, you know. It... It's got shock value.
- Mick Mars: Yeah. I'm shocked by how much it blows.
- [Tommy and Vince laugh]
- Nikki Sixx: All right then, assholes. You give it a shot, but fucking make it big!
- [Tommy gets an idea]
- Nikki Sixx: Here. Use my pen, Tommy.
- [Tommy starts scribbling on the notebook while chuckling]
- Nikki Sixx: What have you got, Tommy?
- [Tommy shows a drawing of a penis and the words "The Fourskins". Vince and Nikki laugh]
- Nikki Sixx: The Fourskins? Really, Tommy?
- Tommy Lee: Yeah. 'Cause we're gonna fuck the audience in the face every night, dude.
- Nikki Sixx: Yeah, but can you see that shit on the marquee above the Forum?
- Tommy Lee: Okay, you're right. I'm out.
- Nikki Sixx: Come on, Mick. You've gotta do better than that.
- [Mick shows them the words "Motley Crew"]
- Mick Mars: I've been waiting a long time for this day.
- Nikki Sixx: All right.
- [Nikki grabs the notebook and does some scribbling on Mick's suggestion. He then shows his version of the name to the band]
- Tommy Lee: [laughing] That's sick, dude!
- Nikki Sixx: Right?
- Vince Neil: Yeah.
- [Tommy throws up from stagefright]
- Mick Mars: Seriously, we're gonna die.
- Tommy Lee: I'm okay.
- Nikki Sixx: Right, listen up. Come on. Gather round, guys.
- [the band gets together]
- Nikki Sixx: Look where we are. We've got an old man, a kid drummer, a cover band singer, and a fucking runaway. No one would have thought we'd make it here, so fuck them. Win it all, lose it all, We're Mötley Fuckin' Crüe!
- [Tommy howls]
- Nikki Sixx: So let's destroy these motherfuckers!
- Tommy Lee: Yeah!
- Nikki Sixx: Come on!
- [at Vince's party, Nikki snorts some cocaine when he notices Vince talking to a female guest]
- Nikki Sixx: Mick.
- [points at the conversation]
- Nikki Sixx: [mimicking a female voice] Hey, are you in the band?
- Mick Mars: [imitating Vince] What do you fucking think?
- [they both laugh]
- Mick Mars: [a pregnant Sharise arrives in the conversation between Vince and the female guest]
- Vince Neil: Hey, babe, this is Grace.
- Tom Zutaut: [imitating Vince] Have you met my wife Sharise? Do you wanna have a threesome?
- [Nikki stares at Zutaut]
- Nikki Sixx: Tom, what the fuck is wrong with you, man? She's fucking pregnant, man. That's fucked up.
- [guilty look on Zutaut's face before Nikki slaps his shoulder]
- Nikki Sixx: Nah, I'm just fucking with you. I'm just fucking with you, man. But don't be a fucking dick, okay? Look at her, she's fucking pregnant.
- Mick Mars: [lies down] Don't be a fucking dick, Zutaut.
- Tom Zutaut: All right, I'm sorry.
- Doc McGhee: [narration] They weren't like other bands who raised hell because they thought that's what rock stars were supposed to do. Mötley Crüe did stupid things because they were Mötley Crüe.
- [a valet is loading luggage in a Mercedes-Benz when a TV falls on the car. He looks up and sees Mötley Crüe from a hotel window]
- Tommy Lee: So sorry, man.
- Nikki Sixx: What happened?
- Tommy Lee: It slipped, man. Right through.
- Valet: What the fuck?
- [Mötley Crüe start throwing furniture at the car]
- Valet: Shit!
- [Deana is seated next to Frank Jr. before she is sent to jail]
- Deana: Come on, Frankie. Why are you doing this? I'm your mother!
- [Frank Jr. gets up]
- Frank Feranna, Jr.: Are you fucking kidding me? I wanted a mom, but you only care about yourself and all of your stupid boyfriends.
- Deana: Listen to me, Frankie...
- Frank Feranna, Jr.: No, you listen to me, okay? I'm not gonna see you. I'm not gonna answer to you. You're just gonna leave me alone, Deana.
- [Frank Jr. walks away]
- Deana: Frankie...
- [Frank Jr. turns around]
- Deana: Fine. Do what you want.
- Nikki Sixx: [narration] Maybe I wanted her to care, but fuck it! I knew what I needed. It just took me a while to get there.
- [Tommy approaches Nikki at the diner]
- Tommy Lee: Hey, that was badass, dude. The show, not the nose, but... nose was pretty badass too.
- Nikki Sixx: The singer's an asshole.
- Tommy Lee: I know. I saw. Hey, fuck him, though. He deserved it.
- [pause]
- Tommy Lee: I got your poster on my bedroom wall.
- [Nikki stares at Tommy]
- Tommy Lee: I can't believe I just said that.
- Nikki Sixx: Take the fucking poster down, man. London's over.
- Nikki Sixx: My new band is gonna be something nobody's ever fuckin' seen before.
- [Nikki circles a classified ad on a guitarist posted by Mick Mars. Tommy points at it with his drum stick]
- Tommy Lee: That dude looks pretty cool.
- Nikki Sixx: Do you carry those with you everywhere?
- [Tommy starts twirling his drumstick with one hand]
- Tommy Lee: Yeah.
- Nikki Sixx: Where'd you learn to do that?
- Tommy Lee: High school marching band. Hey, but I rock too.
- [Mick arrives at Nikki's apartment. Tommy helps him unload his amplifier from his car]
- Tommy Lee: Whoa, dude. You got it? Here for the audition?
- Mick Mars: Yep.
- Tommy Lee: Well, I'm Tommy.
- Mick Mars: Mick Mars.
- Tommy Lee: I'm the drummer.
- Mick Mars: Scrawny for a drummer.
- Tommy Lee: I used to be in Suite 19, so...
- Mick Mars: Shitty band.
- Tommy Lee: Hey, man. Did you ever even see us play?
- Mick Mars: Suite 19?
- Tommy Lee: Yeah.
- Mick Mars: Don't need to. Band with a shitty name, ten times out of ten, shitty band.
- [looks at Nikki]
- Mick Mars: Hey.
- Nikki Sixx: Hey, man.
- Tommy Lee: What the fuck do you know?
- Mick Mars: Been in a lot of bands with shitty names.
- Nikki Sixx: So you think you got it?
- Mick Mars: Let's just fucking play it.
- [the band plays "Live Wire". In the middle of the song, Mick bursts into a loud solo, which puts Rick off guard]
- Rick: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold up!
- [the band stops playing]
- Rick: Hey, you mind turning it down a little bit, old timer? I can't hear myself. Jesus.
- Mick Mars: [turning to Nikki] Fucking hippie ain't gonna make it.
- Nikki Sixx: So tell him.
- [Mick approaches Rick]
- Mick Mars: Listen to me. There's only room for one guitar player in this band, and that's me. So why don't you, uh, pack up your toys and go home?
- [confused look on Rick's face]
- Rick: Okay, I was here first, all right? Tommy, tell him.
- [Tommy drops his drum stick]
- Rick: Nikki? Come on.
- [Nikki shrugs]
- Rick: Really? You're gonna listen to this old dude over me? Then fuck you guys, man!
- [Rick unplugs his guitar]
- Rick: And your shitty fucking band.
- [Rick leaves the apartment in tears]
- Tommy Lee: So how old are you, Mick?
- Mick Mars: Fuck you, you fucking teenager.
- [as Vince prepares for his audition, Nikki hands him a sheet of lyrics]
- Nikki Sixx: And we got you some lyrics. This is, uh, "Live Wire".
- Vince Neil: Yeah, I like this one.
- [Vince notices the concerned look on Lovey's face]
- Vince Neil: What's up, babe?
- Lovey: I'm just trying to make sure these guys are good enough to play with you.
- [the band starts practicing "Live Wire" with Vince when Lovey suddenly gets up and interrupts them]
- Lovey: This isn't right! This isn't right! This isn't right!
- Nikki Sixx: All right. Stop.
- [the band stops playing]
- Nikki Sixx: Sorry, what?
- Lovey: This music's way too heavy, baby.
- Nikki Sixx: Thank you.
- Mick Mars: Why don't we just, uh, tune it all down a whole step so that he can...
- Tommy Lee: Let's play it faster too.
- Nikki Sixx: If you, uh, really stretch out the chorus...
- Vince Neil: Uh-huh.
- Nikki Sixx: ...and punch the top, man.
- Vince Neil: Okay.
- Nikki Sixx: Hit this note, right here.
- [Nikki points at Lovey]
- Nikki Sixx: And muzzle that.
- Lovey: [gets up] Hey, fuck you, asshole! He doesn't tell me what to do, so go fuck yourself, motherfucker!
- [Mick interrupts Lovey by playing the song, followed by the rest of the band. Vince's vocals get the whole band in sync, impressing Lovey all of a sudden]
- Lovey: Holy shit.