Pink Floyd The Wall
1982
Pink: (singing) Are there any queers in the theater tonight? Get 'em up against the wall! That one in the spotlight, he don't look right! Get him up against the wall! And that one looks Jewish... and that one's a coon! Who let all this riff raff into the room? That one's smoking a joint! And that one's got spots! If I had my way, I'd have the lot of you shot!
Pink: I'm waiting in this cell because I have to know... have I been guilty all this time?
Pink: Is there anybody out there?
(Pink is playing the piano, ignoring his wife) Pink's Wife: (muffled, slowly growing more distinct) Hello? Hello? Is there anybody in there? (Pink looks up, finally) Do you remember me? I'm the one from the registry office.
Teacher: What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? No! Poems, no less! Poems, everybody! (class laughs) Teacher: The laddie reckons himself a poet! (reads poem) Teacher: "Money get back / I'm all right, Jack / Keep your hands off my stack / New car / Caviar / Four star daydream / Think I'll buy me a football team." Absolute rubbish, laddie. (whacks him with a ruler, growls at Pink) Teacher: Get on with your work.
(Pink's Manager defends Pink's trashing of his hotel room) Hotel Manager: He's a maniac! Rock and Roll Manager: He's an ARTIST!
Teacher: Wrong! Do it again!
(Groupie is amazed at Pink's room, while Pink watches TV, ignoring her) Groupie: Oh my God... what a fabulous room. Are all these your guitars? (touches guitars) Groupie: God, this place is bigger than our whole apartment. (pause) Groupie: You like the tube, huh? Can I get a drink of water? Can I get YOU a drink of water? (goes into the bathroom) Groupie: Oh, wow! Look at this tub? Wanna take a bath? (comes back out) Groupie: What are you watching? Hello? ("Hello" echoes) Groupie: Hey, are you feeling okay?
(On seeing how Pink completely trashed his hotel room) Rock and Roll Manager: Fuck me!
Mother: (singing) Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry. / Mother's gonna make all of your nightmares come true. / Mother's gonna put all of her fears into you. / Mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing. / She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing. / Mama will keep baby cozy and warm. / Ooooh babe, ooooh babe, oooooh babe, / Of course Mama's gonna help build the wall.
Pink: Next time, fuckers!