Performance (1970)

Mick Jagger: Turner

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Quotes 

• Chas : I need a bohemian atmosphere! I'm an artist, Mr. Turner. Like yourself.

  Turner : You - juggle.

• Turner : I'll tell you this: the only performance that makes it, that really makes it, that makes it all the way, is the one that achieves madness. Right? Am I right? You with me?

• Turner : Nothing is true, everything is permitted.

• [Chas flicks his cigarette ash onto a rug] 

  Turner : That rug's over two hundred years old.

  Chas : Yeah, it looks it.

• Turner : [reading from a book]  "The old man was called, in the language of Persia, Hassani Saba, and his people were called the Hashishi. He had caused a valley between two mountains to be enclosed, and turned into a garden, so large and beautiful his people believed it was Paradise. And there was a fortress at the entrance, strong enough to resist all the world. Now the old man caused those of his young men whom he had chosen to be his Hashishi, his assassins, to be given a potion which cast them into a deep sleep, and to be carried into the garden, so that when they awoke, they believed they were in Paradise. And there were damsels and young girls there, who dallied with them to their hearts' content, so that they had what young men desire. Thus it was that when the old man decided to send one of his assassins upon a mission, such as to have a prince slain, he would send for one of these youths and say, 'Go thou and kill, and when thou returnest, my angels will bear thee into Paradise; and should'st thou die, nevertheless, I will send my angels to carry thee back into Paradise.'"

  [pause] 

  Turner : They enjoyed their work...

• Chas : Can I use the blower up here.

  Turner : We haven't got a blower up here.

  Pherber : Huh! What in God's name has he done to his hair?

  Turner : He's blown it.

  Chas : Yeah, well, that's it dear. I got to ring my agent again.

  Turner : I fancy the red.

  Chas : No. No. The red was dye.

  Turner : Dead.

  Chas : Dyed. Red.

  Pherber : Dyed it? Dead!

  Chas : Red! Red!

  Turner : Van Gogh, eh?

• Turner : We've gone too far. He means we haven't really got anywhere.

  Pherber : He means we've got to go much further out.

  Turner : We have to go much further, much further back! And faster.

• Turner : You shoot too much of that shit, Pherber.

  Pherber : Too much vitamin B12, has never hurt anybody.

• Turner : Talk about a performer. Of course, I'm not telling you anything you don't know. Am I, old man? You can't stay here old man. I'm not in the mood.

• Chas : Why don't you - play us a tune, pal?

  Turner : I don't like music.

  Chas : Comical little geezer. You'll look funny when your fifty.

• Chas : No. No. This is the normal.

  Turner : Normal?

  Chas : Yeah. I was just havin' a laugh. Havin' a laugh, you see, with my act. With my image. You know what I mean?

  Turner : Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.

  Chas : I thought you would. Eh, he reckons, my agent, that, time for a change.

  Turner : It was time for a change.

• Chas : Was it sixty-seven?

  Pherber : Sixty-six!

  Turner : Sixty-nine!

• Turner : [singing]  Woke up this morning, somebody knockin' on my door, Woke up this morning, I said, "Hello, Satan. I believe it's time to go".

  [talking] 

  Turner : We push the buttons. He's the horror show. He's an old pro. He can take it. He takes it! He dishes it out too! Bet your sweet fucking life he does. He's a mean bastard.

  Chas : I'm the Lone Ranger.

• Turner : [to Chas]  I know how you do it! I know a thing or two about performing, my boy. I can tell you.

  Pherber : He had the gift too, once upon a time. You should have seen him ten years ago.

• Turner : [singing]  Weren't you at the Coke convention back on nineteen sixty-five, You're the misbred, grey executive I've seen heavily advertised. You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean...

• Lucy : You've got to get out of the British kingdom. And to go back to France.

  Turner : That's really insanity.

• Turner : Listen, I don't want any more bums in my basement.

• Turner : I don't want anybody, anybody washed up cabaret artiste in my beautiful basement.

• Turner : There's been a mistake. You can't have the room.

  Chas : What?

  Turner : It's not for rent.

  Chas : What a minute. The lady's just said...

  Turner : The Lady said? I don't tell her everything. She's just my secretary. I've got a lot of work to do. I'm under a lot of pressure.

• Turner : If you were me, what would you do?

  Chas : I don't know. It depends. It depends who you are. So, I don't know.

  Turner : Who I am? Do you know who you are?

• Chas : I never wear hats.

  Turner : Not even when performing?

  Chas : Never. No.

• Turner : Are these photographs for narcissistic or publicity purposes?

• Turner : Time for your new image. It's totally different.

  Pherber : Now we're getting somewhere!

  Chas : America's a blindin' place.