In the 1930s, fictional jazz guitarist Emmet Ray idolizes Django Reinhardt, faces gangsters and falls in love with a mute.

Emmet Ray: Wanna go to the dump and shoot some rats?
Emmet Ray: You got a terrific body, you really do. Round. I like round. And I don't mean fat! You got some heft. Makes a fella feel like he's been someplace.
Emmet Ray: [while Hattie is struggling to replace a tire on the car] What's the matter? Nobody said it was going to be a picknick. You know I can't risk my hands.
Blanche: What do you think of when you play? What goes through your mind?
Emmet Ray: Yeah, that I'm underpaid. I think about that sometimes.
Emmet Ray: I didn't ask your opinion. I'm just telling ya how it's gonna go.
Blanche: [Monologue] Any woman would be second to his music. He wouldn't miss me any more than the woman he abruptly left. He could only feel pain for his music.
Emmet Ray: I can make my guitar sound just like a train!
Emmet Ray: Now get dressed!
Blanche: Do you get a bigger kick doing this, or stealing small objects?
Emmet Ray: I had a wonderful evening. I don't need a genius to have a good time.
Joe Bedloe: No genius is worth too much heartache.
Emmet Ray: First time I had sex, 7 years old.
Emmet Ray: This is my one day off, I want a talking girl.
Emmet Ray: D'you like that? I knew you would. They say I'm a wonderful lover.