A Star Is Born, Warner Bros. Pictures, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Pictures, Live Nation Productions, Gerber Pictures, Peters Entertainment, Joint Effort

Recovering Alcoholic

Warner Bros. Pictures original film A Star is Born won Lady Gaga her first Oscar.

#AStarIsBorn is the third iteration of a 1937 feature of the same name.

rottentomatoes: 89%

metacritic: 88

imdb: 7.8

oscars: 1 win

golden globes: 1 win

SAG awards: 3 nominations



Jackson Maine, A Star Is Born, Warner Bros. Pictures, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Pictures, Live Nation Productions, Gerber Pictures, Peters Entertainment, Joint Effort, Bradley CooperJackson Maine

Country singer Jackson Maine spots an immense creative talent and his future wife Ally singing Edith Piaf in a drag bar outside of Los Angeles, California.


Jackson Maine, A Star Is Born, Warner Bros. Pictures, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Pictures, Live Nation Productions, Gerber Pictures, Peters Entertainment, Joint Effort, Bradley CooperACTOR IN A LEADING ROLE

1 nomination: 2019

Best Performance by an Actor in a Motion Picture – Drama

1 nomination: 2019

Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Leading Role

1 nomination: 2019

Best Director – Motion Picture

1 nomination: 2019

“♪ Black eyes open wide It’s time to testify ♪ There is no room for lies And everyone’s waiting for you ♪ Then I’m gone Sitting by the phone ♪ And I’m all alone By the wayside ♪ And I’m gone Sitting by the phone ♪ And I’m all alone By the wayside ♪” — Jackson Maine

“Where the fuck are we?  Is there any more?  Wait, really?  No, I’ll find something.  I’ll find something.  How’s your kid?  How old is he now?  Fuck me.  Wow, that’s great.  I don’t wanna go home.  Would you make a right here?  Yeah.  Here we go.  That looks like a fucking bar.  What’s that say?  ‘Bleu Bleu.’  Here, let me just try this.” — Jackson Maine

“This is a bar, right?  They got alcohol?  Oh, it’s my kind of place.  How am I doin’?  I’m doin’ all right if I can get a fucking drink.  Yeah.  Oh, yeah.  There’s the bar.  Hey, how you doin’?  Hey.  Can I get a gin on the rocks with a twist, please?  Hey, is this a drag bar?  I thought maybe I was in some sort of hallucinogenic state.  My honor, or something… a dress or something.  You gonna have something?  Here, let me get you a drink.  Right.  That’s good.  That’s good, I like it.  Yeah, I was just talking to Nicki.  You know Nicki?  She’s telling me her life story.  Fascinating.  Is she really singing, though, or is it one of those karaoke things?  Okay.  A little bit.  What’s that?  Oh, no, I can’t meet her.” — Jackson Maine

“Hey.  Hey.  How are you?  Hey.  Hi.  Hey.  What’d you say?  That’s me.  No!  You’ve been on your feet all night.  You sure you don’t mind?  I’m here watching the show, watching you guys.  Yeah, yeah.  Sure.  Yeah, I can do that.  Yeah, is that right?  Oh, God!  Those aren’t really her boobs?  Wow!  Sorry?  Oh, I was playing right around here tonight.  I’m a musician.  Uh, I think it went all right.  Okay, here we go.  All right.  Which one should I do?  Why don’t I just do it across?  I’ll just… I did it pretty big.  Oh.  Oh, you got it.  Okay.  Do you do that often?  The show.  Is that your real eyebrow?  Oh, so it’s stuck on?  Can I try to take it off?  It’s incredible what they do.  Look at that.  I should put her down somewhere.  There we go.  Why’re you covering your eye?  Oh, no, no.  The whole point is I can see your face.  Yeah, there we go.  Your friend brought me back here.  I’m glad he did.  Can I buy you a drink?  That’s not your real hair?  Oh, okay.  I’d love to see what it looks like.  I’ll wait for you. — Jackson Maine

“Uh, what do you want me to do?  I don’t know.  I’ll only do it because you already performed.  She’s nice.  Yeah.  Yeah, and light.  Did you do this yourself?  Well, it’s great.  Does this mic work?  Oh, yeah.  Fuck, all right.  What do you want me to play?  Let me see what I can… all right.  ♪ Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die ♪ Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die ♪ It takes a lot to change a man ♪ Hell, it takes a lot to try ♪ Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die ♪ Nobody knows what waits for the dead ♪ Nobody knows what waits for the dead ♪ Some folks just believe In the things they’ve heard ♪ And the things they’ve read ♪ Nobody knows what waits for the dead ♪ I’m glad I can’t go back to where I came from ♪ I’m glad those days are gone Gone for good ♪ If I could take spirits ♪ From my past and bring ’em here ♪ You know I would You know I would ♪.  You’re ready?  Okay.” — Jackson Maine

“It’s a cop bar.  Yeah, that’s why they serve all night long.  Can I ask you a personal question?  Do you write songs or anything?  Thank you.  Why?  Why don’t you feel comfortable?  Your nose is too big?  Your nose is beautiful.  Are you showing me your nose right now?  You don’t have to show it to me  I’ve been looking at it all night.  I’m gonna be thinking about your nose for a very long time.  I’m not full of shit.  I’m telling you the truth.  Can I touch your nose?  Let me just touch it for a second.  You’re very lucky.  Mmm-hmm.  That’s fucking bullshit.  You know, I had a thing when I was little.  I was born with this thing in my ear, couldn’t hear.  What do I wind up being?  A singer, so you never know.  Look, talent comes everywhere.  Everybody’s talented.  Bet you fucking everybody in this bar is talented in one thing or another, but having something to say and the way to say it so people listen to it, that’s the whole other bag.  And unless you get out there and you try to do it, you’ll never know.  That’s just the truth.  If there’s one reason we’re supposed to be here it;’s to say something so people wanna hear it.  Don’t you understand what I’m trying to tell you?  Oh, I think you like it a little bit.  I think I’m getting through a little bit.  I can see it.  It’s a good thing we met.  For both of us.  Trust me.  Who does?  Jackson Maine!  That’s the thing about when you get famous, people start saying your full name.  Just ‘Jack.’  What?  Oh, God!  I hear that song, and I just wanna turn it the fuck off.  I fucked that fucking song up so bad.  That’s all right.  Right.  Okay.  Maybe that’ll help her out.  Will that help you out?  Will that make you happy?  Why don’t we take the fucking picture?  Hey, no, no.  It’s okay.  I got you.  It’s all right.  No, no, it’s all right.” — Jackson Maine

“No, you gotta get ahead of the swelling.  Just try to find some… here we go.  Yeah, put that on there.  Gotta wrap something up with it.  Find it.  No, like gauze.  Some gauze or something.  Try to do that.  With that hand.  And do that hand.  You play piano?  Yeah, we gotta take care of this, then.  And that’s it, yeah.  No, but keep that on there, hold on.  Can you do that?  Yeah.  Did you get it?  It’s already gotten warm, hasn’t it?  Should we have gotten two?  That’s all right.  Have a good one.  Be careful, she’ll hit you.  These rings are gonna get stuck if you don’t take them off.  Does that hurt?  May I?  Safekeeping.  Put this on there.  And we’ll just wrap it up.  You’ll be good to go.  What’s that?  Is that too tight?  Oh.  I hurt you.  There we go.  Now, you’re mobile.  Swing it around.  Right?  I told you it was worth coming here.  Do what?  Is that what I’m doing?  Not sure.  Arizona.  Mmm-hmm.  Dad had a midlife crisis, I think.  So I’ve been told.  Made his way to Arizona, started working for this family on a pecan ranch.  Yeah.  Knocked up the family’s daughter.  She was just shy of 18.  That’s when I came into the picture.  Yeah.  Well, she died at childbirth.  Then, my dad… he, uh… so I guess my brother would tell you that he raised me, but I don’t know.  I don’t know who was raising who.  Just 127 acres of nuts, Navajo, and nowhere to go.  Is that me?  Did you just write that now?  It’s pretty good.  Holy shit.  Can I tell you a secret?  I think you might be a songwriter.  But don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody.  But I’m not very good at keeping secrets.” — Jackson Maine

“Oh, yeah.  What’s all this?  What’s he, a sheikh?  Hey, I got a gig.  You wanna come?  Tonight.  Who’s gonna take care of your hand?  I messed it up, or… no, no!  It’s my fault.  I took you to that place.  No, listen.  Hey!  Okay.  All right.  Hey.  I just wanted to take another look at you.  I don’t know, maybe I fucked that up.” — Jackson Maine

“Mmm-hmm.  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Yeah, okay, that sounds great.  Yeah, you’re right.  Yeah.  Sold.  I’m sold.  Yeah, call Bobby.” — Jackson Maine

“All right, let’s get ready.  1, 2, 3, 4.  ♪ Killing me, baby, with the things you do ♪ You put me in the ground ♪.  We’re trying… I told you, I can’t wear those things.  When I wear ’em, it’s just in my head, and I need to be here with everybody else.  Oh, wow.  I think we’re managing pretty good.  The door’s wife open if you wanna go.  I just wanna know if she’s on her way or not, that’s all.” — Jackson Maine

” ♪ I told my dyin’ daddy ♪ That I had to run away ♪ Looked him in the eye and said ♪ ‘There ain’t no other way’ ♪ So, woman, if I tell you that I love you, be okay ♪ ‘Cause I ain’t lyin’ ♪ I don’t lie ♪ Without an alibi ♪ ‘Cause I ain’t lyin’ ♪ I don’t lie ♪ Without an alibi ♪.  Thank you very much.  That was great.  There’s a friend of mine, who came a long way to be here, and she wrote a great song, and I’d just like her to sing it.  I think it’s pretty fucking good.  How are you?  You made it!  It’s so good to see you.  How are you?  Everything all right?  The trip was fine?  Phil was all right?  Didn’t bother you at all?  So, listen, we’re gonna sing that song, all right?  I did an arrangement, it was kind of not so great, but maybe you could just stick with it.  Yeah, you’re coming.  Here we go.  All you gotta do is trust me.  That’s all you gotta do.  I’m gonna sing it either way, so… Steve… ♪ Tell me something, girl ♪ Are you happy in this modern world ♪ Or do you need more ♪ Is there something else you’re searching for ♪ I’m falling ♪ In all the good times I find myself longing ♪ For change ♪ And in the bad times, I fear myself ♪ In the shallow Shallow ♪ In the shallow Shallow ♪ In the shallow Shallow ♪ We’re far from the shallow now ♪ In the shallow Shallow ♪ In the shallow Shallow ♪ In the shallow Shallow ♪ We’re far from the shallow now ♪.  Pretty fucking good, man.  Pretty fucking good.” — Jackson Maine

“I thought maybe I set it in the wrong key, and then the tempo was too fast.  I wasn’t sure… thank you.  Really?  Where’s my key?  I don’t fucking… ah, ha, ha, ha!  Oh, fuck!” — Jackson Maine

“One time, my brother came home, I was playing on this upright we used to have in our den.  And I was in my own world.  No one was ever home, and then he comes home to take care of my dad, who was sick.  And he’s sittin’ there, and he’s looking at me.  I swear to God, he looked at me like I was special or something, and it just kind of filled me up.  I should’ve never told you that.  I don’t know.  ‘Cause it’s embarrassing.  I don’t know.  ‘Cause you’re nothing like my brother, let me just say.  He’s a fucking old man, okay.  My dad had me when he was 63 years old.  And we have different mothers, so… French toast is gonna come out.  First one to hit the bed.” — Jackson Maine

“Dad let me in.  What?  Well, good.  Then we’re on the same page.  You come and sing with me.  Well, first stop’s Arizona.  I haven’t even thought about drinking or anything else.  Frank?  Frank Sinatra?” — Jackson Maine

“What are writing down in here?  How do you hear it?  I don’t really come back here.  I don’t know.  It’s like the hot air and the history, I don’t know.  Bought the ranch, though, I grew up on, gave it to my brother.  We buried dad there, and so I just wanted to make sure that nobody paved over his grave or any of that kind of shit.  It’s not far.” — Jackson Maine

“You sold dad’s ranch.  They turned it into a fucking wind farm!  I bought that for you.  Where’s his grave?  Yeah.  That’s a good excuse.  Raising a little brother, so you don’t have to deal with the fact that you were no fucking good.  ‘Cause you had nothing to fucking say.  You were too proud to sing any of the songs I ever wrote.” — Jackson Maine

“It doesn’t do you any justice, I’ll tell you that.  I love your nose.  I wish it was bigger up there.  The whole thing should just be your fucking nose.  Fuck all those people who ever said anything.  Just put a billboard of your fucking nose up there.  Listen, if I just don’t say this, I’ll never forgive myself.  If you don’t dig deep in your fucking soul, you won’t have legs.  I’m just telling you that.  You don’t tell the truth out there, you’re fucked.  And all you got is you, and what you wanna say to people, and they are listening right now, and they’re not gonna be listening forever.  Trust me.  So, you gotta grab it.  And you don’t apologize, you don’t worry about why they’re listening, or how long they’re gonna be listening for, you just tell ’em what you wanna say.  ‘Cause how you say it is the stuff of angels.” — Jackson Maine


Ally Maine, A Star Is Born, Warner Bros. Pictures, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Pictures, Live Nation Productions, Gerber Pictures, Peters Entertainment, Joint Effort, Lady GagaAlly Maine

ACTRESS IN A LEADING ROLE

1 nomination: 2019

Best Performance by an Actress in a Motion Picture – Drama

1 nomination: 2019

Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Leading Role

1 nomination: 2019

MUSIC (ORIGINAL SONG)

1 win: 2019

“Roger.  You’re a wonderful man, yes, and you’re a great lawyer.  We’re just not meant to be together.  No, I don’t wanna marry you!  Are you crazy?  The hell’s the matter with you?  Roger, we’re done.  Oh, my God.  Fuck!  God!  Fucking men!” — Ally Maine

“Yeah, he cried.  He laughed.  He yelled at me.  You know, whatever.  I did the right thing.  It just wasn’t right… oh, hey, Bryan.  Can you get somebody else to do it for me?  Oh, my God!  Okay, I’ll see you upstairs.  Here we go.  Taking out the trash.  Wipe your mouth.  Well, you gotta keep your mouth clean.  Okay?” — Ally Maine

“Would anybody like some french tips tonight?  Donte, you got a rag, honey?  Thank you.  I don’t know.  No!  Hey!  Oh, my God!  Oh, my God!  Hi.  I thought that might be you.  ‘I thought that might be you.’  Oh, my God!  It’s BYOB around here.  ‘Bring your own boobs.’  So why are you in here, hon?  What brings you here?  How’d your show go?  Oh, my.  Select.  That’s right!  Do what?  Yeah, yeah.  The girls are so nice to me here.  I mean, they would never normally let a girl sing at one of these shows, but they’ve always loved my voice.  They used to beg me to sing.  It’s an honor, really.  I get to be one of the gay girls.  Um… no.  No.  I make it out of tape.  Mmm-hmm.  Uh… yeah, sure.  Oh!  Yep.  There it is.  Okay.  Oh, just ’cause I don’t have my eyebrow anymore.  Why did you come back here?  Oh.  I gotta change, and I got paint in my hair.  My eyebrows are… no, my hair is like your color.  But I paint it with this makeup.  Um… yeah, okay.  Sure.  Yeah, if you wanna wait, I’ll come have a drink with you.  Sure.” — Ally Maine

“Cops?  Sure.  I don’t sing my own songs.  I just don’t feel comfortable.  Well, ’cause 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.  Yeah.  Yeah.  Oh, come on.  No, you’re not.  You’re full of shit.  Yeah, you are.  Yeah, you’re full of shit.  Oh, my gosh!  Oh, really?  Yeah, not really.  My nose has not made me lucky.  I could’ve had maybe a hit song if it wasn’t for my nose.  Yeah.  No, it’s not bullshit because you go into these rooms, and there’s all these fucking men in there, and they’re just staring at you, listening to your record, going, ‘oh, you sound great, but you don’t look so great.’  Yeah, I do.  I don’t like it, but I understand it.  No, you can’t.  Yeah.  I don’t know what is going on.  Honestly, what… I’m in a cop bar, with Jackson Maine.  It’s, like… I’m gonna wake up in a minute.  Well, what do you want… oh, speaking of… come on.  Did you put that on?  You put that on.  when did you even go to the jukebox?  No!  What?  Come on.  You want someone to take the picture?  You want someone to take the picture?  What?  What?  Hey, come on.  Stand up, yeah.  What?  I’m sorry!  No, Jack!  Oh, my God!  Why did I…” — Ally Maine

“I’m fine, honestly.  I’m okay.  This is so stupid.  This is so embarrassing.  You like Cheetos?  Gauze?  Oh, okay.  Thanks.  It’s okay.  No, it’s okay.  Thanks.  It’s not really all right, though.  Yeah.   Yeah.  You’re a sweetheart.  How the hell do you deal with that all the time?  People just talking to you like you’re not a real person or taking your picture.  It’s okay, thanks.  That’s fine, it’s okay.  Ow… I look like a pirate.  How do you do that?  Don’t change the subject.  Nobody ever asked you about you, huh?  Where are you from?  Arizona boy.  A pecan ranch?  Uh-oh.  Okay.  The son of an 18-year-old.  I’m sorry. ♪ 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 ♪.  That’s you.  Yes. ♪ I’m falling ♪ In all the good times I find myself ♪ Longing for change ♪.  I started writing this song the other day, and maybe that could work, like as a chorus or something.  I have to think if I can remember it.  Uh… ♪ I’m off the deep end ♪ Watch as I dive in ♪ I never meet the ground ♪ Crash through the surface ♪ Where they can’t hurt us ♪ We’re far from the shallow now ♪.  What is this?  Was this supposed to help me?  You’re a real gentleman.  I think.” — Ally Maine

“Thank you, sire.  It’s right here, on the right.  This one.  Oh, it’s my dad.  It’s a long story.  No, he’s a driver.  When?  Tonight?  No, I can’t.  I gotta go to work later.  I gotta go to bed.  Me.  I’ll take care of my hand.  That’s okay.  You have my number.  What?” — Ally Maine

“Hi, dad. Oh, is it late?  Well, I wanna go to bed.  Okay.  Wolfie!  I don’t know what you’re talking about.  Happy birthday.  Yeah.  What do you mean?  Come on.  What the hell happened in here?  My God!  This place is a mess!  What’s going on?  You leave the butter out?  Who the hell’s betting on horses at breakfast time in Japan?  You guys are crazy!  What did I say about smoking in this house?  Okay, good.  I’m happy, dad.  Okay.  Everybody, let’s go.  Time for work.” — Ally Maine

“Who’s here?  Hi.  Yeah, I remember.  Oh, my God.  Um… but I gotta work.  I can’t go.  I really appreciate that, but, uh… please tell him, ‘thank you, but no thank you.’  Okay?  Say it just like that.  The fuck is that shit?  This is crazy.  What the hell’s going on?  Dad, don’t start with me.  Don’t start!  Dad, I gotta go to work.  I don’t have the same disease that you have, dad.  You get around celebrities, and it’s like they’re gonna rub off on you.  ‘Oh, you know who I drove the other day?’  Like magic, now you’re famous.  And you’re not.  It’s not magic, dad.  He’s a drunk!  You know all about drunks.” — Ally Maine

“Yeah, he was being an asshole to Jack, so I fucking popped him in the face.  So, then we ended up in a parking lot, and he was putting peas around my hand to fix my hand.  And then he was singing, and I was singing.  I don’t know what the hell’s going on.  But now he’s got a driver following me around.  Yes!  It’s crazy!  I’m what?  Hey, Bryan, I’m out.  Find somebody else.  See ya.  I won’t.  Did you see Bryan’s face?  You know, if I didn’t know Jack, I would call you a stalker.  This is nice.  Oh, okay.  I’m so sorry.  We’re not dating.” — Ally Maine

“Hi.  Oh.  Okay, sure.  Thanks.  Yeah.  Oh, thank you.  Whoa!  I’m so sorry.  This place is so big.  I’m just… I’m good.  Hi!  It was so good.  Yeah, yeah.  Gail was so nice.  No, I can’t do that.  I’m sorry.  No, Jack, please.  It’s not funny.  Jack, don’t fuck around.  You lost your mind.  Okay.  I’m not going out there, no. ♪ 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 ♪ I’m falling ♪ In all the good times I find myself longing ♪ For change ♪ And in the bad times, I fear myself ♪ I’m off the deep end Watch as I dive in ♪ I meet the ground ♪ Crash through the surface Where they can’t hurt us ♪ We’re far from the shallow now ♪ In the shallow Shallow ♪ In the shallow Shallow ♪ In the shallow Shallow ♪ We’re far from the shallow now ♪ I’m off the deep end Watch as I dive in ♪ I never meet the ground ♪ Crash through the surface Where they can’t hurt us ♪ We’re far from the shallow now ♪ In the shallow Shallow ♪ In the shallow Shallow ♪ In the shallow Shallow ♪ We’re far from the shallow now ♪.  Oh, my God!  There’s so many people.” — Ally Maine

“You see, the way the guitar just started and… no, it was so beautiful, and… Jack?  Jack?  You, you, move!  Hi!  Oh, my God!  I’ll be right back, okay?  Just give me one second.  Is this the bathroom?  Where’s the fucking… okay.  Hey.  Jack?  I can’t wake him up.  He’s drunk.  Thank you so much for your help.  You are so helpful.  Well, that’s good to know.” — Ally Maine

“Why?  It’s so sweet.  Yeah, I don’t look like your brother?  63 years old?  Oh, jeez!  My god, you’re so fast!  Jack!” — Ally Maine

“He’s so talented.  Can I watch it again?  Just one more time.  Or 500.  Come on!  Christ!” — Ally Maine

“Oh, my God!  How did you get in here?  I don’t feel this way about everybody.  Where?  I’m never getting on that thing with you when you’ve been drinking.  We’ll see how long that lasts.  Go wait downstairs.” — Ally Maine

“That’s my songbook.  I usually use a typewriter, but I had this idea on the bike and I didn’t wanna forget it. ♪ I’m alone in my house ♪.  Aren’t you excited to be home and play for all your Arizonian fans?  You avoid your home?  Is it around here?  Why don’t we just go there?  It’s nearby.” — Ally Maine

“Jack?” — Ally Maine


Bobby, A Star Is Born, Warner Bros. Pictures, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Pictures, Live Nation Productions, Gerber Pictures, Peters Entertainment, Joint Effort, Sam ElliottBobby

ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE

1 nomination: 2019

Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Supporting Role

1 nomination: 2019

“Stubborn son of a bitch.  You gotta put ’em in, man.  The doctor said it’s the only way to manage this thing, Jack.  You’re not gonna get back what you lost.  It’s the only way we can manage what you still got.  What do you want me to do?  You know what?  Don’t start that shit.  Show a little fucking pride in what you’re doing, buddy.  Who’s coming?  What the fuck?” — Bobby

“Hey, Jack.  Killed it.  Yeah.” — Bobby

“Go home, pal.  He’s out.  You think maybe he drinks a bit much?  Sweetie, you have no idea.  Tell you one thing, though.  He’s never brought a girl onstage before.  And it’s been a long, long time since he played like that.” — Bobby

“Yeah, if he shows up.  These guys have been vamping out there for a fucking half an hour.  It’s time to fucking get on.  Don’t you get tired of being… he washed away in a fucking storm.  His grave isn’t there anymore.  I told you, but you were fucking drunk.  You were fucking loaded and already pissing yourself a swan song.  Fuck if you shed a tear for that piece of shit you idolize for no goddamn fucking reason.  All dad ever did for you was make you his fucking drinking buddy.  And you’d be right there with him if he was still alive, and you fucking know it.  What did you think, that I was gonna fucking take care of it while I’m fucking cradling your ass all over the goddamn world.  If I was no good, why’d you steal my fucking voice?  Huh?  Well, I got something to say now, pal.  I’m done being your fucking errand boy.  I quit.” — Bobby


Lorenzo, A Star Is Born, Warner Bros. Pictures, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Pictures, Live Nation Productions, Gerber Pictures, Peters Entertainment, Joint Effort, Andrew Dice ClayLorenzo

“Pretty late, pretty late.  Yeah.  Look at you, you don’t even know where you’re walking.  Come on.  No, come in for two minutes.  It’s Wolfie’s birthday, come on!  Two minutes!  Who was the guy in the car?  No, I was just saying… outside!  Who am I?  It’s my house.  All right, forget it.  Sweetheart, you’re happy here, aren’t you?  Wait a minute, sweetheart. Wait a minute.  Wait a minute.  I want my friends to look at you.  Take a good look.  With a voice like from heaven, but you know what?  It’s not always the best singers that make it.  You know?  I knew a couple of guys could sing Sinatra under the table.  But Frank, he’d come on stage with the blue eyes, the skarkskin suit, the patent leather shoes… he becomes Frank Sinatra.  And everybody else, all these other guys that really god it, that really have it inside, just a bunch of nobodies.” — Lorenzo

“I have no idea.  He won’t tell me.  Wait a minute, Ally.  What’re you doing?  What are you doing?  This is great.  Look, a guy like that invites you to a show… it could be a great opportunity.  Listen, listen!  Does he know you sing at all?  Did he hear anything from you?  This could be the opportunity of a lifetime.  What are you?  What are you talking about?  Why are you talking about that?  Sweetheart.  Sweetheart, he’s still there.” — Lorenzo

“Do you believe this?  And you see this?  That’s how many people have watched.  I’ve watched it 200 times myself.  I’m 200 of those people.” — Lorenzo

“Beautiful, you wrote this with him?  Yeah, it’s good.  One more time.  I’ll be up all night watching this.” — Lorenzo

“Actually, when I was in my 20’s and 30’s, I was like a crooner.  As a matter of fact, a lot of people thought I was better than Sinatra.” — Lorenzo

Wolfie

“Yeah, sweetheart?  Hey, ‘happy birthday?’  It’s not my birthday.  Starting gate is Shipazo Gito and bad beat is Wario Peito.  It’s not breakfast time in Japan.  Have a sizable investment on this thing here.  Who are you?  I know it’s your house.  But you smoke too.” — Wolfie

“What’s that number down here?  Get the fuck out of here.  How do they know how many people looked at it?  What’s an algorithm?  A beat?  Like in music, a beat?  No.  Yeah.  Yeah, yeah, we’re just telling… how the fuck do they do that?” — Wolfie

Matty

“Hey, Ally!  They’re loading!  Joe, we’re going.  Come on!  What are you saying?” — Matty

“That is how many people looked at it.  It’s like a beat.  Yeah.  Yeah.  Yeah.  Wow.  They was just telling him…” — Matty

Little Feet

“I’m just saying, she’s got no space.  I’m saying she’s got no space.  I’m saying she’s got no space.” — Little Feet

“I think it’s… they call it an algorithm, or… yeah, yeah.  I think.  I don’t know.  Go, pops.” — Little Feet

Hearing Doctor

“Unfortunately, you keep blasting the hearing, it’s not gonna come back.  I think it’s time we reconsider the inner-monitors.  We’ve talked about that with Bobby couple of weeks ago.  If we put the inner moles in, we can actually use those to amplify the high frequencies.  Cut down the sound.  I’m gonna talk to Bobby, and we’re gonna get something set up.  All right, Jack.” — Hearing Doctor

Gail

“Hi, Ally.  I’m Gail.  Hi.  Oh, you guys can leave your bags.  We’ll grab ’em in a sec.  Ready?  Okay.  Yeah.  Did you have a good trip?  Passes.  Put ’em around your necks.  Ear plugs.  You’ll need these, it’s loud up there.  Yeah, I got ’em.  We’re coming in.  I’m gonna bring you guys to the side stage.  Guys, guys, guys.  This way.  Sorry, wrong way.  It’s all good.  Come on this way.  Oh, watch yourself.  You guys good?  Hey, boys.  He’s so excited that you’re here.” — Gail

Phil, A Star Is Born, Warner Bros. Pictures, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Pictures, Live Nation Productions, Gerber Pictures, Peters Entertainment, Joint Effort, Greg GrunbergPhil

“We are east of the city.  No.  No, sorry, Jack.  And it’s about an hour-forty with traffic till we get there.  Yeah.  I think we can find something around here.  He is 17.  And he got a scholarship to play baseball in college already, man.  I’m proud of him.  My little guy is not so little anymore.  Wish I could find you a spot.  Sorry, Jack, I don’t know this area.  You sure?  Here?” — Phil

“We’re headed to the airport now.  No.” — Phil

“Hi, Ally.  I’m Phil.  We met last night.  Jack sent me to pick you up and take you to the gig.  He’s really looking forward to this.  I can’t leave, so I’ll be in my car right down the street.  Hey, great!  Let’s do this.  Let’s go.  Yeah, sorry about that.” — Phil


Ramon, A Star Is Born, Warner Bros. Pictures, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Pictures, Live Nation Productions, Gerber Pictures, Peters Entertainment, Joint Effort, Anthony RamosRamon

“Did he cry?  You broke his heart, mama.  You have to let her shine!  Come on, Bryan!  She’s performing tonight!” — Ramon

“Oh, shit!  Wait, wait.  My man, my man, I… Aren’t you that… aren’t you, like… yeah, but I don’t know if this is your kind of place.  Well, yeah, but… oh, shit!  This is crazy!  How are you doin’, papo?  You good?  This is my home girl, Giselle de la Isma.  Oh, yeah.  That’s Jack.  That’s Jack.  Excuse me, papo!  Can we get this man anything he wants, please?  Papo, wow.  Oh, my gosh.  I’m freaking out right now.  Yeah, papo.  Yeah, yeah.  But look, we do this every Friday night.  Yo, it’s crazy.  It’s so lit, though.  No, no, no.  All are welcome.  All are welcome.  Okay.  Yeah, wow.  Oh, yes!  You stayed!  Everything good?  You good?  Hello, Nicki.  How you doin’, baby?  My home girl’s about to perform.  No, no, no.  She’s really singing, papo.  I promise you, she’s really singing.  Watch this.  Watch.  Yes, baby!  Yes, baby!  Oh, fuck.  Oh, papo, you crying?  You have to meet her.  You have to meet her.  Yes!  Come on.  This is my friend, Jackson Maine.  This is Jackson Maine.  Right?  This is my friend, Ally.  Oh, my!” — Ramon

“Yo, so you fucking hit a cop?  Yo, that is so gangster.  Wait, he’s been following you from your house all the way to work?  Are we doing this?  Bryan, I’ll be back.  I promise.  Papo, I promise.  Oh, shit!  What are we doing?  Yes, man!  Lay on that couch right now!  I’m gonna take my shoes off.  Oh, my God!  How this shit works?  They just told you no.  Oh, shit!  I could get used to this shit.  You need to date more rock stars, baby girl, you know what I’m saying?” — Ramon

“You have to go sing.  All, you okay?  I don’t know, wake him up.  Yes, you can!  Shake your titties in his face or some shit, and just fucking… you know what I’m saying?  Take two shots and… let me know how it goes, baby.” — Ramon


Bryan, A Star Is Born, Warner Bros. Pictures, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Pictures, Live Nation Productions, Gerber Pictures, Peters Entertainment, Joint Effort, Jacob SchickBryan

“Ally, garbage!  It’s your fucking turn!  I’ll let you go early, but you gotta finish your job.” — Bryan

“You’re fucking late again.  I said you’re late!” — Bryan

Emcee

“You better get out there and kill it tonight.  All you ladies kill it tonight, okay?  Ladies, make sure you’ve turned in your music already.  Don’t make me have to come get you tonight.  This is a professional show.  And y’all know her very well because she used to work here as a server.  But tonight, the only thing she’s serving are some fabulous, French live vocals.  Miss Ally, mama, now you done sang in French tonight, you gonna pick something else next week?  Look there, she’s doing languages now.  A little drink?  She will stop at nothing.  Thank you so much.  You all don’t gotta go home, but you know the phrase.  You gotta get the hell up outta here!  ‘Cause tonight, I’m losing my virginity or my liquor license over you bitches, so pack up!  That’s enough cocktails!  Clear it out!  Hello, goodbye, Roger.  Have fun!  Bring the drinks on out!  Bitch, can you get down off that stage and come help me close this bar, please?  Oh, I know you did not.  What, you have a street appointment, sister?  Can you leave the man alone, please?  He already signed your tits, honey.  Say, ‘no, sir.’  Lord, the man is here for Ally.  Not for you, sister.  Oh, Lord!  Somebody kill me now.” — Emcee

Donte

“Do Moroccan.  Do you want to sit down?  No!  You’re our guest, you’re our guest.  Will you sign my boob?  Do ’em both!  I don’t care!  You gotta blow on it.  Don’t talk to me like that in that bus driver wig, girl.  Excuse me!  Just come play a little song for me.  I showed you mine, you show me yours, come on.  Show off for me a little bit.  You’re so nice.  Thank you.  It’s it cute?  Little arts and crafts.  Mmm-hmm.  Yeah, all me.  I don’t care, just look at me while you do it.  You know I would!” — Donte

Officer

“Shut the hell up.  Jack, I’m sorry.” — Officer

Grocery Store Clerk

“I’m sorry.  I had to.” — Grovery Store

Tommy

“Jack Maine!  Oh, my God!  Hey, I know that we’re not supposed to do this.  I know that we’re not supposed to come and bother you.  You come here every night.  You got your camera on you?  ‘Cause I don’t have my camera.  Excuse me, one sec.  My ex-girlfriend was fucking this guy.  Who looks like you, that’s what she said.  But I gotta take a picture of you because I gotta send it to her because I’m gonna show her that you look nothing fucking like that fucking guy.  Excuse me.  Get the fuck off, you little whore?” — Tommy


George Stone, A Star Is Born, Warner Bros. Pictures, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Pictures, Live Nation Productions, Gerber Pictures, Peters Entertainment, Joint Effort, Dave ChappelleGeorge Stone (Noodles)



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