A Star Is Born (2018)
Bobby: Jack talked about how music is essentially twelve notes between any octave. Twelve notes and the octave repeats. It's the same story told over and over, forever. All any artist can offer the world is how they see those twelve notes. That's it. He loved how you see them.
Jack: Look, talent comes everywhere, but having something to say and a way to say it so that people listen to it, that's a whole other bag. And unless you get out and you try to do it, you'll never know. That's just the truth. And there's one reason we're supposed to be here is to say something so people want to hear. So you got to grab it, and you don't apologize, and you don't worry about why they're listening, or how long they're going to be listening for, you just tell them what you want to say. Don't you understand what I'm trying to tell you?
Ally: Yeah, I do. I don't like it, but I understand it.
Jack: Oh, I think you like it a little bit.
Jack: Could I ask you a personal question?
Jack: Do you write songs or anything?
Ally: I don't sing my own songs.
Ally: I just don't feel comfortable.
Jack: Why wouldn't you feel comfortable?
Ally: Because like almost every single person that I've come in contact with in the music industry has told me that my nose is too big and that I won't make it.
Jack: Your nose is beautiful. Are you showing me your nose right now?
Jack: You don't have to show it to me. I've been looking at it all night.
Ally: Oh, come on. No, you're not.
Jack: Oh, I'm going to be thinking about your nose for a very long time.
Ally: You're full of shit.
Jack: I'm not full of shit.
Ally: Yeah, you are.
Jack: I'm telling you the truth.
Ally: Yeah, you're full of shit.
Ally: I started writing this song the other day. Maybe that could work, like as a chorus or something.
[She gets up in front of Jackson and starts singing]
Ally: I'm off the deep end. Watch as I dive in. I never the meet the ground. Crash through the surface, where they can't hurt us. We're far from the shallow now.
Jack: Can I touch your nose?
Ally: Oh, my gosh.
Jack: Let me just touch it for a second.
[He slides his finger down her nose]
Jack: You're very lucky.
Ally: Oh, really?
Jack: Oh, really?
Ally: Yeah, not really, that my nose has not made me lucky.
Jack: Can I tell you a secret?
[Ally looks over to him]
Jack: I think you might be a songwriter. And don't worry, I won't tell anybody. But I'm not very good at keeping secrets.
George 'Noodles' Stone: You know it's like, I dunno you... you float out... float out at sea then one day you find a port say, 'I'm gonna stay here a few days'. Few days becomes a few years. Then you forgot where you're going in the first place. Then you realize you don't really give a shit about where you was going, cause you like where you at.
Ally: [singing] Tell me something, boy. Aren't you tired trying to fill that void? Or do you need more? Ain't it hard keeping it so hardcore?
Jack: Is that me?
Ally: That's you.
Jack: Did you just write that now?
Jack: Pretty good.
George 'Noodles' Stone: You know, it's like, I don't know, you float out, float out at sea, and then one day you find a port, say, 'I'm going to stay here a few days'. A few days becomes a few years. And then you forgot where you were going in the first place. And then you realize you don't really give a shit about where you was going because you like where you're at.
Jack: If I don't say this then I'll never forgive myself.
Jack: If you don't dig deep into your fuckin' soul you won't have legs. I'm just telling you that. If you don't tell the truth out there you're fucked. All you got is you and what you have to say to people and they are listening right now and they are not going to be listening forever. Trust me. So you gotta grab it and you don't apologise or worry about why they're listening or how long they're gonna be listening for. You just tell them what you want to say.
Jack: Look at me. All you got to do is trust me. That's all you got to do.
Cashier: [snaps a picture of Jack with her phone] I'm sorry. Had to.
Jack: It's alright.
Ally: It's not really alright, but...
Jack: Have a good one.
Ally: [sarcastically] Why don't you have another drink? And we can just get fucking drunk until we fuckin' disappear, okay? Hey! Do you got those pills in your pocket?
Jack: You're just fuckin' ugly, that's all.
Ally: Hey, you got - I'm what?
Jack: You're just fuckin' ugly.
Ally: Get the fuck out! Get out! I said get out!
Ally: You know, what I'd like is for my boyfriend to love me. Actually, for my husband to love me.
Jack: Yeah, who's your fucking boyfriend? You got a boyfriend?
Ally: Yeah, I've got a boyfriend.
Jack: That hurts, calling me your fucking boyfriend.
Ally: You're my boyfriend if you don't treat me like your wife.