Kim FowleyDog shit! Urine-stained dog shit! Rock 'n' roll is a blood sport, a sport of men. It's for the people in the dark, the death cats, the masturbators, the outcasts who have no voice, no way of saying "I hate this world, my father's a faggot, fuck you, fuck authority - I want an orgasm!" Now, growl! Moan! This ain't women's lib, kiddies - this is women's libido! I wanna see the scratch marks down their fucking backs! Now, do it again. Again. Like your boyfriend just fucked your sister in your parent's bed. Like you want a fucking orgasm!
Kim FowleyCherie Currie. That's your real name? Tell me, Cherie Currie, can you sing or play a musical instrument?
Cherie CurrieYeah. Yeah, I can sing. I won a talent show lip-syncing David Bowie. Why?
Kim Fowley"Why?" ask the maybe-great Cherie Currie. Read my lips. We love your look. We're choosing you to become a part of rock 'n' roll history. Do you want to be in the band?
Sandy WestIt ain't baby shampoo. I call it the dirty sink. A little bit of everything from my parent's liquor cabinet. Just a little, so they can't tell I'm dipping into their stash.
Cherie CurrieMy dad would notice - he likes his booze.
Cherie CurrieKim sent them over. They just showed up at my house with cameras. What was I supposed to say?
Joan JettWell, you could say no. You could say "I'm a singer in a band, not Linda fucking Lovelace." Look at this! When did you do this? This is exactly what Kim wants. He's gonna be really happy! But this is all they're gonna say about us! Do you think anybody's gonna take us seriously?
Cherie CurrieSon of a bitch, it's just publicity. It helps everyone.
Joan JettWell, what were you thinking? Publicize the music! Not your crotch!
Guitar TeacherUm, I think for now we'll remain... unplugged.
Joan JettNo man, I wanna play, like Chuck Berry. "Johnny B. Goode", you know?
Guitar TeacherWe'll get there. We'll get to Johnny. But for now... 'On top of Old Smoky. All covered with snow. I lost my true sweetheart. From a-courtin' too slow... '
Joan Jett"Old Smoky"? That's goofy, man. How 'bout "Smoke on the Water"? Come on, I know you know that one.
Guitar TeacherFinger the E chord, like so. 'On top of Old Smoky... '
Joan Jett'All covered in blow... I dumped my poor sweetheart... for screwin' too slow.'
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Kim FowleyCherie Currie. Cherry bomb. Sex kitten. Brigitte Bardot in a trailer park. Joan Jett. The rock 'n' roll heart, street tough brunette. Sandy West. Miss California with a joint in her mouth and a chip on her shoulder. Lita Ford. The love child of Sophia Loren and Ritchie Blackmore. You do not wanna fuck with Lita.
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Kim FowleyYou hear that? That's the sound of hormones raging.
Kim FowleyShe's a wild girl. She's a, oh she's a firecracker. Give me something else. Something else. Firecracker, rocket, bomb, bomb. Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb.
[Joan changes guitar riff]
Kim FowleyDo it again. She's a ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb! Ahh!
Joan JettRemember how he was all, you gotta pay your dues, that's how we're gonna get a record deal, blah-fucking-blah? Well, he was right. We fucking did it!
Kim FowleyThe Runaways were... a conceptual rock project that failed. Do I regret that they turned on me? No, I'm glad they turned on me. It shows spirit. If I'm training a wild dog, and it bites my hand, I know I've trained it well... My hand is made of iron... That's all it took, that's all it took. 16 years old and she's already a creep. Am I worried about them? No, they will be fine. In a few years, they will all be living in a trailer park in the valley. Fat, pregnant and happy as fleas on a dog. But me, poor me, I'm on my way to becoming Rock and Roll Legend.
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Kim FowleyCherie Currie! Welcome. You look great. What song are you going to sing for us today?
Joan Jett[singing]Acting tough with looks that kill. You got me going and I can't stand still. My arms are dying to hold ya tight. You're my little dark dynamite, you know. I love playing with fire, and I don't wanna get burned. I love playing with fire, and I don't think I'll ever learn.
Kim FowleyLemme guess. You sing in a band. And it's the greatest fucking band in the world. And I'm the luckiest dogfucker because I get to hear it first.
Joan JettI'm, uh... I'm Joan Jett. I play guitar. Electric guitar.
Kim FowleyJoan Jett, that's a cool name. You guys got a demo?
Joan JettNo... No guys, man. I want to start an all-girl rock band.
Kim FowleyReally. Well, maybe I am the luckiest dogfucker after all... Hey, Sandy! Sandy West is a drummer. Joan Jett claims to be some sort of guitar goddess.
Joan JettWell, I didn't say that... that "goddess" thing.
Cherie's MomWolfgang and I are getting married and, and he lives in Indonesia. You girls are welcome to come along. I've spoken to your father and he says you're more than welcome to stay with him at Aunt Evie's.
Cherie CurrieWell, where exactly are we gonna sleep at Aunt Evie's?
Cherie's MomHe bought you a brand new sleeper sofa. Top of the line! It's really not that bad.
Cherie's MomBecause you're 15 years old. Just calm down. This is a transition, not a tragedy. We're all gonna be fine!
Cherie CurrieStop saying "we". There's obviously no "we" there's a "you". There hasn't been a "we" since you kicked Dad out for leaving water rings on the furniture!
Cherie's MomDon't be so dramatic, Cherie.
Cherie CurrieOh, coming from the actress. Places, places everyone!
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Kim FowleyPig stink! They will eat you alive out there! Rock 'n' roll is tough music played in tough venues! Men don't like to seem women anywhere but in their kitchens or on their knees - let alone on stage with guitars. Now, buckle up and get ready for boot camp, babies - you're gonna be trained like the Viet fucking Cong.
Kim FowleyOkay, filthy pussies, today is heckler's drill. These degenerates here are not your fans. They're not here to tell you how pretty you look, they don't want your fucking autographs. They want to hurt you. They want you to retreat. Do not.
[the girls look at each other wearily]
Kim FowleyNow, move it, move it - I wanna see you bitches to the death dance. Play!
[Guys start throwing bottles and bricks and garbage]
Kim FowleyThat - is what we call controversy. That - is what we call publicity. That - is what we call a juicy story. And you're welcome. Because of me, that piece is twice as long and half of it is about you! This is press, my budding young starlet - not prestige. Get used to it. Now get in the booth and finish the song. I got this place on lock-out and I'm paying through the fucking nose. So let's go, let's go. Sing. Sing!
Kim FowleyOf course you're singing. You're a singer, Cherie! That's what you do. You sing and you strut around in your underwear. You do what I tell you to do. And right now, I'm telling you to get in the booth. So get in the booth.
Band MemberAll right, sound check is canceled. Maybe if you ever headline, you'll get one. Now why don't you go to your rooms, and do your fucking homework or something?
Kim FowleyWhat? Oh, Okay. Goodbye. Go sell girl scout cookies. Who's next?
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Kim Fowley[to Cherie]I like your style. A little Bowie, a little Bardot, and a look on your face that says "I could kick the shit out of a truck driver."
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Joan JettNo man, I like "Airplane" better. "Jefferson Starship" sounds like a fucking Disney ride or something.
Cherie CurrieMy mother's gonna kill me. She's gonna take a gun and kill me. Don't you guys have any kind of curfew?
Joan JettNah, my dad split. He was the strict one.
Cherie CurrieYeah? Mine left, too. Well, he didn't really leave, ah, he was kicked out and replaced.
Kim FowleyGirls nowadays, they don't have any role models. This band is self-empowerment, man - Aphrodite, Cleopatra, Eurydice! No more second-class status, sitting at concerts with asshole boyfriends who worship bands from a Popular Mechanics evalutation of amplifiers. The Runaways have the most chance of any group I've seen... To do with the Beatles did. To tear this world apart.
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Cherie Currie[singing]Turn up that radio, hear that rock and roll. Malibu shines like summer gold. Wild beaches in the salty wind. California summer never ends. The kids are ripping up the streets in their super cars. All night parties and loud guitars. Hot hot neighborhoods with the silver sound. Wicked Hollywood goes round and round. California, you're so nice. California, you're paradise!
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Kim FowleyI need you to keep it together there for me, Joanie.
Kim FowleyNo, you're not. You dogs wanna stay up all night, eating pussy, sucking cock, chewing Quaaludes, that's fine. But not until you get this song down. Now, do it again: One! Two! Three!
Kim FowleyWhat are you laughing at? You think you can sing like that in front of people? In front of customers? You bitches need to start thinking like men. No snips, no snails, no puppy dog tails - men wanna fuck! Men want this! Filthy pussy! And you're gonna give it to them. You're gonna put it in their faces and then take it away, just to break their fucking hearts. What's wrong, Cherie, are you tired?
Kim FowleyWell, guess what? You're not allowed to be tired, you're not permitted to be bored. You're an employee. You are my property, and you will do as I say or you can go flip tacos with your better-looking sister.
Cherie CurrieFuck you, Kim. I'm losing my voice. I'm taking a break.
Kim FowleyHey! News flash, diva: This ain't the opera. They're not coming to hear your chops. They're not coming to hear you bang on your drum. We are in the music business. You wanna be artists, cut off your fucking ears and mail them to your boyfriends. You wanna be rock stars, listen up. Now, Cherie's lack of greatness - her lack of rock 'n' roll authority 0 is getting in the way of our product. What is that product? Sex! Violence! Revolt!