I enjoyed the show. I also, I write songs.
Well, you're five minutes too late.
Our lead singer just quit.
Well, then, you'll need someone new.
Any ideas?
What about me?
Errr...not with those teeth, mate
Bohemian Rhapsody (2018) · 38 quotes
Tied for 2nd most-quoted character in Bohemian Rhapsody (2018): in 7 of its 38 quotes
Most scenes with: Freddie Mercury (6), Brian May (4), John Reid (2)
I enjoyed the show. I also, I write songs.
Well, you're five minutes too late.
Our lead singer just quit.
Well, then, you'll need someone new.
Any ideas?
What about me?
Errr...not with those teeth, mate
So, tell me. What makes Queen any different from all of the other wannabe rock stars I meet?
I'll tell you what it is. We're four misfits who don't belong together playing to the other misfits. The outcasts, right at the back of the room who are pretty sure they don't belong either. We belong to them.
We're a family.
But no two of us are the same.
Christ. [Freddie stops music reel] Well, I'm not entirely sure that's the album you promised us.
No, it's better than the album we promised you. It's better than any album anyone's ever promised you, darling. It is a bloody masterpiece.
It is a good album, Ray.
We prefer "masterpiece."
It's expensive, and as for... Bohemian...
...Rhapsody. What is that?
It's an epic poem.
It goes on forever; 6 bloody minutes.
I pity your wife if you think 6 minutes is forever. [Paul scoffs] And you know what? We're going to release it as our single.
Not possible. Anything over three minutes, and the radio stations won't program it, period. And what on Earth is it about, anyway? "Scaramouche"? "Galileo"? And all that "Ismillah" business? "Ishmillah"?
Oh, aye. Bismillah. What's it about anyway? Bloody Bismillah?
True poetry is for the listener.
It ruins the mystery if everything's explained.
Seldom ruins sales. 3 minutes is the standard. John.
Yeah, we need radio. Format is three minutes. I have to agree with Ray. I actually think the single's Love of my Life.
No.
Okay, how about John's song, You're My Best Friend? You know, "Ooh, you make me live." Catchy, stronger.
What about I'm in Love with My Car?
You're joking!
Huh.
Oh, Jesus.
I love it. [Freddie kicks Ray's desk] Well, that's the kind of songs teenagers can crank up the volume in their car and bang their heads to. Bohemian Rhapsody will never be that song.
It's the band decision. Bohemian Rhapsody. That's it.
You're My Best Friend. And it's my money.
Bo-Rhap. Period.
MacArthur Park was 7 minutes long. It was a hit.
Look, I'm not arguing with Bohemian whatever's...
Rhapsody.
...musicianship, but there's no way in Hell, the station will play a six minute quasi-operatic dirge, comprised of nonsense words! "Bismillah"? Bullshit! I paid for this record, so I say what goes!
Have we no legal recourse on this?
Ray, you did Dark Side of the Moon, haven't you?
Yeah, I absolutely love that record. [to Roger Taylor; answering his question] Uh, legally, no. No, he's got your balls in a vice. It's a different matter in a court of public opinion, of course. Ray Foster's a giant name in the music industry, but... to the average person. [shrugs] Say the name "Queen", on the other hand...ears prick up.
We're going with You're My Best Friend. Done.
No, we know what we have, even if you don't. It's called Bohemian... [he puts his cigarette out on Ray's papers] ...Rhapsody. [leaves with the band] You will forever be known as the man who lost Queen.
Temperamental artists, eh? They're well aware they're tied to a contract, but who knows what goes on inside the inscrutable mind of the recording artist?
Mark these words. If they're not careful, by the end of the year, no one will know the name "Queen". [brick is thrown through window] Christ!
You can take that out of our royalties, twat!
Wanker!
You can shove your gold discs! You made a mistake, Foster!
Arsehole!
You'll never have a gold disc, you medium talent! [to Paul] And to think, I work with Hendrix.
Gayer.
What's going on?
You'd know if you were on time.
I'm a performer, darling. Not a Swiss chain conductor. [pause; to Brian May] Sorry I'm late.
Again.
Alright. Now, will you please tell me why you're not playing any instruments?
I want to give the audience a song that they can perform. Right? Let them be part of the band. So, what can they do? [resumes the 'stomp-stomp-clap' beat for "We Will Rock You." Roger and John join in, followed their wives, and Freddie Mercury.] Imagine...thousands of people...doing this in unison. Huh?
Well? What's the lyric?
You're a legend, Fred.
We're all legends. [pause] But you're right, I am a legend.
How many more "Galileo"'s do you want?