Paul Hampton credited as playing...
Harry
- Reg Hanley: Did you hear that?
- Reg Hanley: Yeah.
- Vic: Sweet Sam and His Society Sissies. That's supposed to be us, man. That should be our gig.
- Reg Hanley: Do you want to be a sissy?
- Vic: Oh, man, here we are, riding our asses off all over this cotton-picking country trying to win these hicks over, and what do we got to show for it? Zero! Nothing, man. Bullshit! Where is that big radio cat that's supposed to discover us, Reg? Huh? Where is that son of a bitch, anyway?
- Harry: Hey, watch your mouth. Can't you see there's a lady present?
- Billie Holiday: That's right. Show some respect, you motherfucker.
- Reg Hanley: We're trying to form a band to take a tour around the country and we wanted to talk to you about joining us.
- Billie Holiday: Joining you? You serious?
- Reg Hanley: Very.
- Billie Holiday: A colored singer with a white band?
- Harry: Yeah. Yeah.
- Billie Holiday: Yeah? You must want to keep playing no place.
- Reg Hanley: Well, you see, that's exactly the point. We wouldn't be just another band with you singing. We'd be something special.
- Harry: Let's face it, Billie, you are the cream in our coffee.
- Billie Holiday: You got that the wrong way around, don't you?
- Billie Holiday: Look, Harry, like I've been telling you, what you do is your business. I may be tired, but I ain't dumb.
- Harry: You're walking across a street. A truck hits you. You're laying in the street. They take you to the nearest hospital. What's the first thing they do? They give you a shot of morphine. Now, morphine ain't an aspirin. It's - dope. Do you think that makes you an addict? One goddamn little shot ain't gonna make you a junkie, but, you know, it keeps you flying.
- Billie Holiday: Okay, Harry. If I get hit by a truck, I'll call you, okay?