Head (1968)

Peter Tork: Peter

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• Davy Jones , Micky Dolenz , Mike Nesmith , Peter Tork : [chanting in unison]  Hey, hey, we are The Monkees, to that we all agree. A manufactured image with no philosophies.

• Peter Tork : Let me tell you one thing, son. Nobody ever lends money to a man with a sense of humor.

• Peter Tork : We were talking with the Master regarding the nature of conceptual reality. Psychologically speaking, the human mind or brain or whatever, is almost incapable of distinguishing between the real and the vividly imagined experience. Sound and film and music and radio. Even these manipulative experiences are received more or less directly and uninterpretive by the mind. They are cataloged and recorded and either acted upon directly, or stored in the memory, or both. Now this process, unless we pay it tremendous attention, begins to separate us from the reality of the now. Am I being clear? For we must allow the reality of the now to just happen, as it happens. Observe and act with clarity. For where there is clarity, there is no choice. And where there is choice, there is misery. But then, why should I speak, since I know nothing?

  Davy Jones : Nothing? You know nothing?

  Peter Tork : That's right.

  Davy Jones : You mean to tell me we've been here sitting listening to you and you know nothing?

• Peter Tork : Everybody's where they wanna be.

  Micky Dolenz : That is a particularly inept thing to say, Peter, considering that we are in a vacuum cleaner.

• Davy Jones : [the Monkees are in a trench in a World War II film]  I can't see, it's too deep!

  Micky Dolenz : What you say?

  Davy Jones : I said I can't see, it's too deep. I gotta have a boost or something.

  Mike Nesmith : Here, you can stand on my helmet. It's too heavy, I don't want to wear it, it's a drag, it presses down on my head.

  Peter Tork : You really ought to wear your helmet, Micky.

• Mike Nesmith : All right, need a volunteer, we're out of ammo.

  Peter Tork : I'll go.

  Mike Nesmith : See that you do.

• Peter Tork : It's all right, Davy, there's nothing wrong.

  Davy Jones : Nothing wrong, huh?

  Peter Tork : That's right, I came here to tell you, man, that everything...

  Davy Jones : You know what I saw in there?

  Peter Tork : Yes.

  Davy Jones : An eye, man, an eye, this big, blood red, it was as clear as the nose on your face, it was looking at me.

  Peter Tork : Peace, David, I know.

• Peter Tork : Hey, Mike, son of a gun, a millionaire at 25.

  Mike Nesmith : Ask me how does it feel.

  Peter Tork : What?

  Mike Nesmith : Ask me how does it feel.

  Peter Tork : How does it feel?

  Mike Nesmith : I'll tell you how it feels. I don't like it, that's how it feels! I don't like surprises, I don't like all these people jumping around and shouting, why - I don't even wanna HEAR what you're saying! Because you know what you're saying to me? You're saying "Happy Birthday" and you're jumping out of the walls and it's scaring me to death, and I'm supposed to be HAPPY about that?

  Micky Dolenz : Aww, come on, Mike. Be a good sport.

  Mike Nesmith : Well, WHO NEEDS IT? Who needs surprises and pajamas? You want to throw a birthday party, you don't kidnap me, you send me an invitation. Besides, I probably would have been happier where I was, sleeping. 'Happy Birthday'... HAH!

  [an embarrassed murmur from the party guests] 

  Mike Nesmith : And I'll tell you something else too: the same thing goes for Christmas.

  [shocked gasps from the guests] 

  Mike Nesmith : Well, how 'bout THEM apples!

• Peter Tork : MICKY! Micky! Micky! I'm the dummy, Micky. I'm always the dummy.

  Micky Dolenz : You're right, Pete. You're always the dummy. I forgot. I'm sorry. Sorry. You're always the dummy, Pete. I'm sorry, sorry...

• Heraldic Messenger : [Peter opens the door to find a heraldic messenger holding a pretty girl on a chain]  Oh, oh, dear, I got a wire for a Monkee.

  Peter Tork : Thank you.

  Heraldic Messenger : It's, uh, it was nothing.

  Peter Tork : Oh, I wouldn't say that. We all have loved ones, you know.

  [the heraldic messenger cackles as he leads the pretty girl away on her chain] 

• Davy Jones , Micky Dolenz , Mike Nesmith , Peter Tork : [chanting in unison]  Hey, hey, we are The Monkees, we've said it all before. The money's in, we're made of tin, we're here to give you more, the money's in, we're made of tin, we're here to give you...

• Peter Tork : It's not right. No, Bob, it's for the image, man. Think of it - the kids aren't going to dig it, man. Me hitting a girl. Especially the way I feel about violence and all that stuff, you know.

• Micky Dolenz : Hey, what's wrong?

  Peter Tork : [sadly staring at the melting ice cream cone in his hand]  What's wrong with YOU?

  Micky Dolenz : I asked you first.

  Peter Tork : I ordered this, and I don't want it.

  Micky Dolenz : Throw it out.

  Peter Tork : I can't. There are...

  Micky Dolenz , Peter Tork : ...starving Chinese.