James Fox credited as playing...
- Chas: [to Mick Jagger] You're a comical little geezer. You'll look funny when you're fifty.
- Chas: I need a bohemian atmosphere! I'm an artist, Mr. Turner. Like yourself.
- Turner: You - juggle.
- Pherber: I don't recognize your voice.
- Chas: Well, I've been away, haven't I?
- Pherber: And I don't recognize your face.
- Chas: You should see my motor.
- Pherber: [looks at Chas quizzically]
- Chas: My motor. Had an argument with a cement wall on the way over. Goodbye the Ferrari.
- Chas: There's nothing wrong with me! I'm normal!
- Pherber: [laughs]
- Chas: [on the phone] What a freak show.
- Tony Farrell: Well, where are you then?
- Chas: Oh, you know, on the left.
- Tony Farrell: Oh, yeah. Yeah.
- Chas: It's a right piss-hole. Long hair. Beatniks. Druggers. Free love. Foreigners, You name it.
- Pherber: How do you think Turner feels like, huh?
- Chas: I don't know. He's weird. And you're weird. You're kinky!
- Pherber: He's a man! Male and female man! And he feels like me.
- Chas: No! No he doesn't!
- [Chas flicks his cigarette ash onto a rug]
- Turner: That rug's over two hundred years old.
- Chas: Yeah, it looks it.
- Chas: Can I use the blower up here.
- Turner: We haven't got a blower up here.
- Pherber: Huh! What in God's name has he done to his hair?
- Turner: He's blown it.
- Chas: Yeah, well, that's it dear. I got to ring my agent again.
- Turner: I fancy the red.
- Chas: No. No. The red was dye.
- Turner: Dead.
- Chas: Dyed. Red.
- Pherber: Dyed it? Dead!
- Chas: Red! Red!
- Turner: Van Gogh, eh?
- Chas: Tomorrow. Tomorrow he learns what's true and what's not.
- Pherber: Do you like my physique?
- Chas: Yeah. It's in - good condition.
- Pherber: Did you never have a female feel?
- Chas: No! Never! I feel like a man! A man - all the time.
- Pherber: That's awful. That's what's wrong with you, isn't it?
- Chas: What do you mean?
- Pherber: A man's man's world.
- Pherber: He's stuck! Stuck!
- Chas: Why?
- Pherber: Why? Because he's lost his demons, that's why. Yeah, he thought he had it under control. Juggling all those balls - millions of them. Until one day he was looking at his favorite mirror, admiring his image, see. And when suddenly he saw, a little clearly, it was just a beautiful, little, freaky, stripy, beast, darling. So, he thought, maybe, maybe its time for a change, he thought. Then, immediately, as he watched, the image faded. His demon had abandoned him! Pluff! He was gone! He's still tryin' to figure out whether he wants it back.
- Lucy: Tu bien?
- Chas: French, eh?
- Lucy: Yes. I'm French.
- Chas: You're a funny little frog.
- Chas: America's a blinding place for nightlife.
- The Lawyer: Now, look here, I'm Mr. Fraser's Counsel and I warn you...
- Chas: I know that. Now, shut your hole, Mr. Counsel!
- Chas: I said shut your bloody hole!
- Chas: Personally, I just - you know - perform.
- Chas: Why don't you - play us a tune, pal?
- Turner: I don't like music.
- Chas: Comical little geezer. You'll look funny when your fifty.
- Lorraine: He was very famous. When I was little he was a chartbuster.
- Chas: They come and they go. Pop stars. He had a following. I never fancied his stuff myself.
