Purple Rain Quotes
A young musician, tormented by an abusive situation at home, must contend with a rival singer, a burgeoning romance and his own dissatisfied band as his star begins to rise.
Apollonia: Will you help me?
The Kid: No.
Apollonia: Pardon me?
The Kid: Nope... Wanna know why?
Apollonia: Nope.
The Kid: Because you wouldn't pass the initiation.
Apollonia: What initiation?
The Kid: Well, for starters, you have to purify yourself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka.
Apollonia: What?
The Kid: You have to purify yourself in Lake Minnetonka.
[She strips down, and runs towards the lake]
The Kid: Hey! Wait a minute! That's...
[She jumps in. She gets out shivering]
The Kid: Uh, hold it...
Apollonia: What?
The Kid: That ain't Lake Minnetonka.
The Kid: No.
Apollonia: Pardon me?
The Kid: Nope... Wanna know why?
Apollonia: Nope.
The Kid: Because you wouldn't pass the initiation.
Apollonia: What initiation?
The Kid: Well, for starters, you have to purify yourself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka.
Apollonia: What?
The Kid: You have to purify yourself in Lake Minnetonka.
[She strips down, and runs towards the lake]
The Kid: Hey! Wait a minute! That's...
[She jumps in. She gets out shivering]
The Kid: Uh, hold it...
Apollonia: What?
The Kid: That ain't Lake Minnetonka.
[after jumping in cold water, Apollonia is getting dressed and The Kid rides up to her]
The Kid: Come on, let's go.
Apollonia: I'm not going anywhere, that was a rotten thing to do.
The Kid: I'm sorry. I tried to stop you.
[She looks at him]
Apollonia: I must have looked pretty ridiculous.
The Kid: No, no! You looked great. That took some nerve, I wouldn't have got in that water. Come on.
[She attempts to get on the motorcycle, he drives away]
Apollonia: Hey!
The Kid: Come on.
[She attempts to get on the motorcycle again, he drives away again]
Apollonia: COME ON!
The Kid: OK, ok.
[She gets on]
The Kid: Don't get my seat all wet.
The Kid: Come on, let's go.
Apollonia: I'm not going anywhere, that was a rotten thing to do.
The Kid: I'm sorry. I tried to stop you.
[She looks at him]
Apollonia: I must have looked pretty ridiculous.
The Kid: No, no! You looked great. That took some nerve, I wouldn't have got in that water. Come on.
[She attempts to get on the motorcycle, he drives away]
Apollonia: Hey!
The Kid: Come on.
[She attempts to get on the motorcycle again, he drives away again]
Apollonia: COME ON!
The Kid: OK, ok.
[She gets on]
The Kid: Don't get my seat all wet.
[Watching his girl group rehearse a dance routine]
Morris: Oh, Lord. Cut! Cut!
[pause]
Morris: You ladies don't seem to realize how valuable my time is. You're going to make my boys look bad!
Jill: Why don't you let us come up with our own steps?
[Jerome shakes his head violently]
Morris: We tried that, remember? Now, you're in the best possible position you could be in. So what's the matter? Your shoes on too tight or something?
[Claps]
Morris: Let's have some action! Let's have some asses wigglin'... I want some perfection!
[Cackles, cues music]
Morris: [Girls start dancing again, more seductively]
Morris: [watching; sotto to Jerome] I think I'm gonna need a drink.
Morris: Oh, Lord. Cut! Cut!
[pause]
Morris: You ladies don't seem to realize how valuable my time is. You're going to make my boys look bad!
Jill: Why don't you let us come up with our own steps?
[Jerome shakes his head violently]
Morris: We tried that, remember? Now, you're in the best possible position you could be in. So what's the matter? Your shoes on too tight or something?
[Claps]
Morris: Let's have some action! Let's have some asses wigglin'... I want some perfection!
[Cackles, cues music]
Morris: [Girls start dancing again, more seductively]
Morris: [watching; sotto to Jerome] I think I'm gonna need a drink.
Father: You have no business leavin' this house, you're always sneaking around! You're a Goddamn sinner!
Mother: Shut Up, you don't care about me.
Father: Don't I, keep the heat on?
Mother: I don't like it here, you never talk to me.
The Kid: Dad, please.
Father: What's the matter, with this house?
Mother: You're Crazy.
Father: Shut up!
[smacks Mother]
The Kid: Dad!
Mother: No.
[sobs]
Mother: I'm just, trapped here.
Father: You always, have a roof over your head.
Mother: You won't let me have, any fun.
Father: I can make you, happy. If you just believe in me. Yeah, if you just believe in me.
Mother: You never.
Father: I will die for you.
Mother: Shut Up, you don't care about me.
Father: Don't I, keep the heat on?
Mother: I don't like it here, you never talk to me.
The Kid: Dad, please.
Father: What's the matter, with this house?
Mother: You're Crazy.
Father: Shut up!
[smacks Mother]
The Kid: Dad!
Mother: No.
[sobs]
Mother: I'm just, trapped here.
Father: You always, have a roof over your head.
Mother: You won't let me have, any fun.
Father: I can make you, happy. If you just believe in me. Yeah, if you just believe in me.
Mother: You never.
Father: I will die for you.
Billy: [irked by the Revolution's performance of "Darling Nikki"] What the fuck wrong with you, Kid?
The Kid: I ain't got time for your bullshit, Billy. What do you want?
Billy: This stage is no place for your personal shit, man!
The Kid: That's life, man.
Billy: Life, my ass, motherfucker! This is a business, and you too far gone to see that yet! I told you before, you're not packin' them in like you used to. No one digs your music but yourself.
The Kid: FUCK OFF!
Billy: Yeah, okay. Just like your old man.
[Kid gives Billy an offended look]
Billy: Look around you. No one's diggin' you. Oh, buddy, what a fuckin' waste. But, like father, like son.
The Kid: Lay off that.
Billy: Let me give you a piece of advice, junior: your music make sense to no one... but yourself.
The Kid: I ain't got time for your bullshit, Billy. What do you want?
Billy: This stage is no place for your personal shit, man!
The Kid: That's life, man.
Billy: Life, my ass, motherfucker! This is a business, and you too far gone to see that yet! I told you before, you're not packin' them in like you used to. No one digs your music but yourself.
The Kid: FUCK OFF!
Billy: Yeah, okay. Just like your old man.
[Kid gives Billy an offended look]
Billy: Look around you. No one's diggin' you. Oh, buddy, what a fuckin' waste. But, like father, like son.
The Kid: Lay off that.
Billy: Let me give you a piece of advice, junior: your music make sense to no one... but yourself.
Father: Listen to me! You come home, when I say come home. You've got no business, in the streets!
Mother: Just leave me alone.
Father: Come here!
Mother: No!
Father: I said now! Do you hear me?
The Kid: Mom! Dad!
Father: You keep this place, clean!
The Kid: Please, Dad she's heard you.
Mother: He wants to kill me, he's crazy.
The Kid: Dad please!
Mother: Look, what he's doing to me.
Father: [Slaps The Kid]
Mother: Just leave me alone.
Father: Come here!
Mother: No!
Father: I said now! Do you hear me?
The Kid: Mom! Dad!
Father: You keep this place, clean!
The Kid: Please, Dad she's heard you.
Mother: He wants to kill me, he's crazy.
The Kid: Dad please!
Mother: Look, what he's doing to me.
Father: [Slaps The Kid]
Jerome: [also irked by the "Darling Nikki" performance] That was fucked up, what you did, man. Morris doesn't like it, and I don't like it either.
The Kid: I don't care.
Jerome: It's obvious you don't have what it takes to get to the top. But just to show we're sympathetic to your problem...
[throws tickets to Kid]
Jerome: ... here's two tickets to tonight's show. Enjoy.
[walks off, then pokes his head back in the door]
Jerome: Don't forget to bring a girlfriend.
[blow kiss]
The Kid: I don't care.
Jerome: It's obvious you don't have what it takes to get to the top. But just to show we're sympathetic to your problem...
[throws tickets to Kid]
Jerome: ... here's two tickets to tonight's show. Enjoy.
[walks off, then pokes his head back in the door]
Jerome: Don't forget to bring a girlfriend.
[blow kiss]
The Kid: [referring to Appolonia's anklet] Gimme that... There on your boot.
Apollonia: [removes the anklet and gives it to the Kid, who then walks away with a smile] Hey, wait!
[walks after him]
Apollonia: Give it back to me!
The Kid: You can have it back later.
Apollonia: I want it back now, okay?
The Kid: Who gave it to you?
Apollonia: A person.
The Kid: Male or female?
Apollonia: Huh?
The Kid: [stops and turns around] You're lying. I can tell just by your reaction, you're lying. So you gave it to me; it's not yours anymore.
[smiles and walks away]
Apollonia: [removes the anklet and gives it to the Kid, who then walks away with a smile] Hey, wait!
[walks after him]
Apollonia: Give it back to me!
The Kid: You can have it back later.
Apollonia: I want it back now, okay?
The Kid: Who gave it to you?
Apollonia: A person.
The Kid: Male or female?
Apollonia: Huh?
The Kid: [stops and turns around] You're lying. I can tell just by your reaction, you're lying. So you gave it to me; it's not yours anymore.
[smiles and walks away]
Wendy-The Revolution: [Playing ironically the melody of "Let's Go Crazy" on the guitar] You like that ? Is that better?
The Kid: [Vexed] Where is everybody?
Lisa-The Revolution: You're late. They left.
The Kid: So what are you doing here?
Lisa-The Revolution: [Parodying the Kid's speech at the beginning of "Let's Go Crazy"] "But I'm here to tell you, there's something else"... Our music.
The Kid: [Vexed] Where is everybody?
Lisa-The Revolution: You're late. They left.
The Kid: So what are you doing here?
Lisa-The Revolution: [Parodying the Kid's speech at the beginning of "Let's Go Crazy"] "But I'm here to tell you, there's something else"... Our music.
Morris: Okay. What's the password?
Jerome: You got it.
Morris: Got what?
Jerome: The password.
Morris: The password is what?
Jerome: Exactly.
Morris: The password is exactly?
Jerome: No, it's okay.
Morris: The password is okay?
Jerome: Far as I'm concerned.
Morris: Damn it, say the password!
Jerome: What.
Morris: Say the password, onion head!
Jerome: The password is what?
Morris: [frustrated] That's what I'm asking you!
Jerome: [more frustrated] It's the password!
Morris: The password is it?
Jerome: [exasperated] Ahhhhh! The password is what!
Morris: It! You just said so!
Jerome: The password isn't it! The password is?
Morris: What?
Jerome: Got it!
Morris: I got it?
Jerome: Right.
Morris: It or right?
Jerome: You got it.
Morris: Got what?
Jerome: The password.
Morris: The password is what?
Jerome: Exactly.
Morris: The password is exactly?
Jerome: No, it's okay.
Morris: The password is okay?
Jerome: Far as I'm concerned.
Morris: Damn it, say the password!
Jerome: What.
Morris: Say the password, onion head!
Jerome: The password is what?
Morris: [frustrated] That's what I'm asking you!
Jerome: [more frustrated] It's the password!
Morris: The password is it?
Jerome: [exasperated] Ahhhhh! The password is what!
Morris: It! You just said so!
Jerome: The password isn't it! The password is?
Morris: What?
Jerome: Got it!
Morris: I got it?
Jerome: Right.
Morris: It or right?
