Killing Bono Quotes
Karl: A word to the wise from an old man before you go. Remember only this: the measure of a man is what's left when fame falls away... oh, and another thing: get as much sex as you can!
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Ivan McCormick: So, fill me in, brother, how much are we into Danny Machin for?
Neil McCormick: All in all? Thirteen grand. Give or take.
Ivan McCormick: Thirteen grand? What is that? Five grand a kneecap and three for our heads?
Neil McCormick: ...That doesn't add up, Ivan.
Neil McCormick: All in all? Thirteen grand. Give or take.
Ivan McCormick: Thirteen grand? What is that? Five grand a kneecap and three for our heads?
Neil McCormick: ...That doesn't add up, Ivan.
Movie: Killing Bono
Neil McCormick: Hello? Hi, where is Hammond?
Rick: Are you the new runners?
Neil McCormick: No, no no, of course we are not the new runners. We're the McCormicks! We're Hammond's new act, we're just here to sign the old contracts.
Rick: Hammond is history. Axed. Kept spunking cash into Kajagoogoo. I'm the new Hammond.
Neil McCormick: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. What was the last thing he said before he left?
Rick: Let me think uh... I'm gonna sue you bastards right through the arsehole. Then he sort of... broke down. It was all very uncool.
Ivan McCormick: Yeah but he did tell you about our deal?
Neil McCormick: And the fifty grand advance?
Rick: Oh yeah... it's ringing bells. Ding-a-ling-ling! But I would say a hundred's more realistic.
Ivan McCormick: [surprised]A hundred grand?
Rick: Yeah! I'll tell you what: You boys will look fucking fantastic on camera! We'll do you a video to rival Duran Duran.
Neil McCormick: Ok, yeah!
Rick: And we'll shoot it ON THE MOON!
Ivan McCormick: What? Really?
Rick: NO! Not really! In fact, I'll tell you why you boys will never be signed to this label. You look like a pair of mental fortune tellers from a gypsy fair. And Hammond liked you, therefore, I hate you! I wouldn't sign you to this label if you paid me a hundred grand and let me John Paul Pope your mother.
Rick: Are you the new runners?
Neil McCormick: No, no no, of course we are not the new runners. We're the McCormicks! We're Hammond's new act, we're just here to sign the old contracts.
Rick: Hammond is history. Axed. Kept spunking cash into Kajagoogoo. I'm the new Hammond.
Neil McCormick: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. What was the last thing he said before he left?
Rick: Let me think uh... I'm gonna sue you bastards right through the arsehole. Then he sort of... broke down. It was all very uncool.
Ivan McCormick: Yeah but he did tell you about our deal?
Neil McCormick: And the fifty grand advance?
Rick: Oh yeah... it's ringing bells. Ding-a-ling-ling! But I would say a hundred's more realistic.
Ivan McCormick: [surprised]A hundred grand?
Rick: Yeah! I'll tell you what: You boys will look fucking fantastic on camera! We'll do you a video to rival Duran Duran.
Neil McCormick: Ok, yeah!
Rick: And we'll shoot it ON THE MOON!
Ivan McCormick: What? Really?
Rick: NO! Not really! In fact, I'll tell you why you boys will never be signed to this label. You look like a pair of mental fortune tellers from a gypsy fair. And Hammond liked you, therefore, I hate you! I wouldn't sign you to this label if you paid me a hundred grand and let me John Paul Pope your mother.
Movie: Killing Bono