Lead singer of a tribute band becomes lead singer of the real band he idolizes.

Emily: Rob, I'm a business woman, and rule number one in this business is you go where the talent is... and all the fucking talent that was in this band has just left the room!
[from interviews after Chris/Izzy has quit Steel Dragon]
Kirk: Well, as far as I'm concerned, it's much ado about nothing isn't it? There's still four of us left. We're the original four. We're not going anywhere.
A.C. - Drummer, Steel Dragon: Look for the last time I don't give a fuck where he is and I don't really care if I ever see that little bastard again.
Mats, Steel Dragon Road Manager: He said to me, um, I need to take a piss. That's it. Uh, "Mats", he said, "I really need a piss."
Chris: I just think one day I realized it wasn't for me anymore. You know? Just wearing the clothes and singing the songs. It just didn't feel right. I just wanted to find myself. Find my own music.
Rob: Dude, I just keep putting this shit on until I want to fuck myself!
Ricki: Dude, do I have too much foundation on?
Chris: What's it called when you do something to somebody and they hate it? And somebody else doing the same to you and you hate it too?
Mats, Steel Dragon Road Manager: I suppose some might call it called "poetic justice"
Chris: All I know is I owe the band and Rob a big fat apology
Chris: Yeah I know, we all owe someone an apology along the way, that's life, a long ago when I was at a university I was married
Chris: You were married?
Mats, Steel Dragon Road Manager: It was before you four boys and that rock 'n' roll music corrupted me, I still think about her sometimes actually, she was a very sweet girl
Chris: What happened? If you don't mind me asking
Mats, Steel Dragon Road Manager: one day we're in the park having lunch, I needed to take a piss so I got up to go to the bathroom and I'm standing there and all of sudden something over me, like a fear that my whole had already been laid out for me, like I'd be working for someone else, worrying about things that don't fucking matter so I walked out of the bathroom and kept going and didn't come back
Chris: What do you mean? You just left her there?
Mats, Steel Dragon Road Manager: Yeah sitting in front of a half eaten pie, it was very harsh, she saw me at one of those concerts a few years later, she hadn't changed and she married my best friend, a doctor, they have three gorgeous little kids, yeah she's very happy
Rob: Wouldn't you rather fail as yourself, then succeed as some Bobby Beers clone?
Chris: You're gay?
Bobby: No, I got both my nipples pierced and bought a house in Morocco because I'm John fucking Wayne!
Mats, Steel Dragon Road Manager: Whatever rolls your beanie baby.
Chris: Well yeah Rob, maybe you can write me a song about why the hell I would ever want to do that!
Mats, Steel Dragon Road Manager: Whatever twirls your beanie baby
Rob: Bradley's our new front man.
Chris: You've made your point... now, get him... out.
Rob: See this? This is the new PA he brought with him. Oh and that... that's the mixing board he brought with him too.
Chris: Have you heard the voice he's brought with him?
Reporter: So Izzy... how do you keep your voice is such fine shape?
Chris: Well, my choir teacher gave me a lot of lessons...
Kirk: [interrupting] He eats a lot of pussy.
Chris: Oh yeah, I eat a lot of pussy... tons...
Chris: I don't want to be in some cut-rate cover band that butchers the music the people come to hear, just so you can play your crappy originals!
Rob: Crappy originals? I think "Whole and a half" kicks ass, and I'm proud as shit to have written it.
Chris: Yeah? I guess that's why we get so many requests for it.
Bobby: [Spoken during the credits] After the nuclear holocost, the survivors will crawl out of the rubble, in the dark, light a fire and then one man, The Singer of Songs, will sing, and that's the essence of Rock 'n' Roll.
A.C. - Drummer, Steel Dragon: Dream big. Live the life.
Chris: We are NOT a cover band, we're a TRIBUTE band!
Rob: No Dude, WE are a cover band! Problem is, we've been covering the tunes, you think you're in goddamn Steel Dragon... I love you man but you're mental, you really are. You need to get a grip on reality, man, you don't know where Bobby Beers ends and you begin.
Chris: Oh, maybe if I get really lucky, I'll get to grow up and listen to Air Supply and wear jack boots.
Joe: What's wrong with Air Supply?
Chris: Nothing, if you're the cop from the Village People.
Chris: You know, I'm just a regular guy who grew up with the posters of these guys on my wall... and now I'm one of them! That's right, I'm standing here, living proof that if you work hard enough, and you want it bad enough... dreams do come true. So follow your dreams...
Kirk: [Talking to each other privately] Our fans are loyal die hard fans are very life like and expect to see certain things and they want to give them what they want and if we deviate from that because one disappointed fan can turn to two four to eight and on and on, and then we're playing to a half empty hall so while I understand you want to do "your own thing", and I admire it in some small way, if you want to stay with Steel Dragon, you're going to have to reconcile with yourself to do the "Steel Dragon" thing", and the "Steel Dragon" thing" is A.C. and I write the songs, and you sing the songs we write, are we clear?
Emily: Oh no no... I could make you a pair of those. But first you gotta tell me what you shove in there to make people think you're a guy.
Bradley: Maybe you can make me some pants like his... or did your girlfriend already rip out the seats in the Dodge?
Joe: Isn't the rock star fantasy thing something you're supposed to grow out of... like around 14?