Davy Jones: Davy

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Davy

Davy Jones, Micky Dolenz, Mike Nesmith, Peter Tork: [chanting in unison] Hey, hey, we are The Monkees, to that we all agree. A manufactured image with no philosophies.

Peter Tork: We were talking with the Master regarding the nature of conceptual reality. Psychologically speaking, the human mind or brain or whatever, is almost incapable of distinguishing between the real and the vividly imagined experience. Sound and film and music and radio. Even these manipulative experiences are received more or less directly and uninterpretive by the mind. They are cataloged and recorded and either acted upon directly, or stored in the memory, or both. Now this process, unless we pay it tremendous attention, begins to separate us from the reality of the now. Am I being clear? For we must allow the reality of the now to just happen, as it happens. Observe and act with clarity. For where there is clarity, there is no choice. And where there is choice, there is misery. But then, why should I speak, since I know nothing?
Davy Jones: Nothing? You know nothing?
Peter Tork: That's right.
Davy Jones: You mean to tell me we've been here sitting listening to you and you know nothing?

Davy Jones: [choosing Sonny Liston to box against] Great, I'll have a go at him. You won't hurt my face, will ya? Million dollar head, this.

Mike Nesmith: [ordering at the studio commissary] I'll have a finger sandwich, hold the mold.
Davy Jones: And, uh, I'd like a glass of cold gravy with a hair in it, please.
Mrs Ace: [sarcastically] One of your own?

Davy Jones: Psst! Hey, c'mere. Now, this is serious. Whaddya say you and me go someplace where we won't bump into each other again?

Peter Tork: It's all right, Davy, there's nothing wrong.
Davy Jones: Nothing wrong, huh?
Peter Tork: That's right, I came here to tell you, man, that everything...
Davy Jones: You know what I saw in there?
Peter Tork: Yes.
Davy Jones: An eye, man, an eye, this big, blood red, it was as clear as the nose on your face, it was looking at me.
Peter Tork: Peace, David, I know.

The Critic: You've been working on your dancing, though.
Davy Jones: Oh, yeah, yeah. I've been rehearsing it lately. You noticed that.
The Critic: Yeah, it doesn't leave you much time for your music. You should spend more time on it, because the youth of America depends on you to show the way.

Davy Jones: [the Monkees are in a trench in a World War II film] I can't see, it's too deep!
Micky Dolenz: What you say?
Davy Jones: I said I can't see, it's too deep. I gotta have a boost or something.
Mike Nesmith: Here, you can stand on my helmet. It's too heavy, I don't want to wear it, it's a drag, it presses down on my head.
Peter Tork: You really ought to wear your helmet, Micky.

Davy Jones, Micky Dolenz, Mike Nesmith, Peter Tork: [chanting in unison] Hey, hey, we are The Monkees, we've said it all before. The money's in, we're made of tin, we're here to give you more, the money's in, we're made of tin, we're here to give you...