Mia: [Mia hums a few notes] Tracy: [Tracy barges in] Whoa! Holy shit! You wanna open a window? Mia: I was trying to give you an entrance. Tracy: Thank you.
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Movie
La La Land
Mia, an aspiring actress, serves lattes to movie stars in between auditions and Sebastian, a jazz musician, scrapes by playing cocktail party gigs in dingy bars, but as success mounts they are faced with decisions that begin to fray the fragile fabric of
Tracy: What is that? Is that a script? Mia: It's a play. Alexis: A play? You better give us all roles! Mia: Actually, it's a one-woman show, so I can't...
Sebastian: You could just write your own rules. You know, write something that's as interesting as you are. Mia: What are you gonna do? Sebastian: Have my own club.
Sebastian: I thought you wanted me to do this, it just sounds like now you don't want me to do it. Mia: What do you mean, I wanted you to do this? Sebastian: This is what you wanted for me. Mia: To be in this band? Sebastian: To be in a band, to have a steady job, you know to be... you know. Mia: Of…
Mia: Maybe I'm not good enough! Sebastian: Yes, you are. Mia: Maybe I'm not! It's like a pipe dream. Sebastian: This is the dream!
Mia: I'm always gonna love you. Sebastian: I'm always gonna love you, too.
Tracy: [after Sebastian honks car horn outside Mia's apartment] Is that gonna happen every time? Mia: [smiling] I think so.
Sebastian: You should come. Mia: To Boise? Sebastian: You can knock it off your bucket list.
Mia: I hate jazz. Sebastian: What do you mean you hate jazz? Mia: It just means that when I listen to it, I don't like it.
Mia: Honestly, I wish I loved something else. I've tried so hard to want other things. I left school after two years to come here, my fourth manager just dropped me, and my last audition was for a teen soap pitched as Dangerous Minds meets The O.C. Should've been a lawyer. Sebastian: Cause the world…
Sebastian: Fuck them! Mia: [mildly amused] That's what you always say.
Mia: It's pretty strange that we keep running into each other. Sebastian: Maybe it means something. Mia: I doubt it. Sebastian: Yeah, I didn't think so.
Sebastian: So you're a barista? And I can see how you could then look down on me from all the way up there. Singer: Sebastian. Second set. Sebastian: He doesn't tell me what to do. Mia: He just told you what to do. Sebastian: I let him. [pause] What's your name? Mia: Mia. Sebastian: Mia. Guess I'll…
Sebastian: All right, I remember you. And I'll admit I was a little curt that night. Mia: ‘Curt?’ Sebastian: Okay, I was an asshole. I can admit that. But requesting ‘I Ran’ from a serious musician, it's just, it's too far. Mia: My Lord, did you just say ‘a serious musician?’ Sebastian: I don't thin…
Sebastian: I want to let you know you're looking at a new man. Bill: Good. Sebastian: A man who's happy to be here. Bill: Excellent. Sebastian: Very easy to work with. Yeah. Bill: Right, and you'll play the set list. Sebastian: Happy to. Even though I don’t think anyone cares what I play, but yeah.…
Bill: You're fired. Sebastian: It's Christmas. Bill: Yeah, I see the decorations. Good luck in the New Year.
[singing] She told me a bit of madness is key To give us new colors to see.
How are you gonna be a revolutionary if you're such a traditionalist? You hold onto the past, but jazz is about the future.
I think you should call it Seb's because no one will come to a place called Chicken on a Stick.
[singing] Here's to the ones that dream, Foolish as they may seem. Here's to the hearts that ache, Here's to the mess we make.