Smiths' Song Singer: [singing, auditioning for Jimmy] I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now...
Jimmy Rabbitte: Yeah, I know how you feel.

Steve: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Natalie: That's three Hail Marys for you tomorrow.

Unemployment Official: Mr. Rabbitte, you've been collecting unemployment benefit for two years. Are you trying to tell me you can't get a job?
Jimmy Rabbitte: We're a third world country - what can you do?

[the band opens the "window" of the chippie van]
Rock Salmon Man: Excuse me, would you have any Rock Salmon?
Dean Fay: No, I'm sorry - we only have "Soul"!

I'd like to introduce you to the hardest-workin' band in the world. On bass, Derek "Meatman" Scully. On piano, Steven "Soul Surgeon" Clifford. Dean "Mr Nipple" Fay on sax. Joey "The Lips" Fagan on trumpet. Our gorgeous chanteuses are Bernie, Imelda, and Natalie. Deco "Deep Throat" Cuffe on vocals. On lead guitar, Outspan "Fender bender" Foster. Finally, on drums, Mickah "Don't Fuck With Me" Wallace. Ladies and gentlemen, The Commitments.

Is this the band then? Betcha U2 are shittin' themselves.

Say it once and say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud.

Soul is the music people understand. Sure it's basic and it's simple. But it's something else 'cause, 'cause, 'cause it's honest, that's it. Its honest. There's no fuckin' bullshit. It sticks its neck out and says it straight from the heart. Sure there's a lot of different music you can get off on but soul is more than that. It takes you somewhere else. It grabs you by the balls and lifts you above the shite.

That's fuckin' blasphemy. Elvis wasn't a Cajun.

The Irish are the blacks of Europe. Dubliners are the blacks of Ireland. The Northside Dubliners are the blacks of Dublin.