Music and Lyrics (2007)

Drew Barrymore: Sophie Fisher

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• Alex Fletcher : It doesn't have to be perfect. Just spit it out. They're just lyrics.

  Sophie Fisher : "Just lyrics"?

  Alex Fletcher : Lyrics are important. They're just not as important as melody.

  Sophie Fisher : I really don't think you get it.

  Alex Fletcher : Oh. You look angry. Click your pen.

  Sophie Fisher : A melody is like seeing someone for the first time. The physical attraction. Sex.

  Alex Fletcher : I so get that.

  Sophie Fisher : But then, as you get to know the person, that's the lyrics. Their story. Who they are underneath. It's the combination of the two that makes it magical.

• Alex Fletcher : The best time I've had in the last fifteen years was sitting at that piano with you.

  Sophie Fisher : That's wonderfully sensitive... especially from a man who wears such tight pants.

  Alex Fletcher : It forces all the blood to my heart.

• Alex Fletcher : [singing]  Sleeping with a clown above my bed...

  [spoken] 

  Alex Fletcher : "Clown" is not right

  Sophie Fisher : That's "cloud." Why would you put a clown in your bed?

  Alex Fletcher : It would not be the first time.

• Sophie Fisher : Are you OK?

  Alex Fletcher : Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's just my Pop! hip. It comes from years of doing our patented dance move. My God, I've suffered for my art.

• Alex Fletcher : [Sophie moves a chair]  What are you doing, you madwoman, you're wrecking my apartment!

  Sophie Fisher : Well, I can't write sitting all the way across the room.

  Alex Fletcher : No, go back to your corner!

  Sophie Fisher : ...Fine, all right.

  [goes, leaving the chair where she moved it] 

  Alex Fletcher : I'm blocked. How am I supposed to get out?

  Sophie Fisher : Go out the other side.

  Alex Fletcher : But... but... I've never been out the other side.

• Rhonda Fisher : Look, hon, you don't fall a lot. And I've seen the way you look at him, so if you are falling for him... Just please, please make sure he's passionate about you.

  Sophie Fisher : Well, you know, I mean, I'm not falling. We're just working together, you know? And besides, the one time we slept together, it's been totally professional.

• Alex Fletcher : [Hails taxi]  She's going to have a baby!

  Sophie Fisher : [Taxi continues driving away]  Hey! What if it were true?

• Alex Fletcher : Theoretically, I could pick you up because I will be taking a cab.

  Sophie Fisher : I could be standing outside at 9:40 in bright orange clothes, so you wouldn't miss me...

  Alex Fletcher : Oh good, you'll get some road work done while you wait, then.

• Sophie Fisher : Are you trying to tell me that you enjoyed that orgasm set to the "Gandhi" soundtrack?

• Sophie Fisher : Sloan, even though Sally Michaels only lives on paper, I live in the real world. And I can never forgive you for using me as raw material to create a fictional monster. Sally Michaels is my own personal ghost, a shadow hanging over each phone call, a cup of tea. And one cold day when age has robbed your mind of its fertile phrases and your hand of its dexterity all the success won't be able to shield you from the pain you've caused and the shame you deserve. Or something like that.

• Sophie Fisher : You should get some ice on that.

  Alex Fletcher : Only if it's attached to some whiskey.

• Sophie Fisher : I'm just here to cater to the plants.

  Alex Fletcher : And you're doing a marvelous job. Although, that one is plastic.

• Alex Fletcher : You know what I would say to you and Mr Sloan Cates? I'd say that you can take all the novels in the world, and not one of them will make you feel as good as quickly as "I got sunshine, on a cloudy day / when it's cold outside, I got the month of May..." That is real poetry. Those are real poets. Smokey Robinson, Stevie Wonder, Bob Dylan, The Beatles...

  Sophie Fisher : Okay, what if one of your heroes came up to you and said... you know, Smokey came up to you and said, "Alex Fletcher, you are a horrible song writer"? How would you react?

  Alex Fletcher : Well, first of all, I do know Smokey a little bit and he's far too nice a gentleman to ever say such a thing. Dylan, Dylan might. Dylan would, actually. In fact, Dylan did.

  Sophie Fisher : Okay. Dylan walks up to you and says "You are a horrible songwriter." How do you react?

  Alex Fletcher : I would be horribly depressed. Yes, I would. I would. But then, after months of brooding, I would find a lyricist, and write a song about how horribly depressed I was, and it would be a big hit and everyone would love me and I'd make lots of money. And suddenly I would be a lot less depressed than if I'd just sat around being a little bit self-indulgent and letting my misery eat away at me until I become an emotional wreck and, and creatively completely moribund.

  [Sophie looks impressed] 

  Alex Fletcher : Yes, moribund.

• Alex Fletcher : You look like a worried little doggy.

  Sophie Fisher : Ruff.

• Sophie Fisher : [talking about Alex's solo album]  I bought it... the last copy.

  Alex Fletcher : Right, well, I insist on paying you back immediately. $9.99 right? Do you have a penny?

• Sophie Fisher : The worst part is, he still has some power over me. I still care what he thinks.

  Alex Fletcher : I'm sorry, but how - how can that possibly be? The guy is a jerk.

  Sophie Fisher : Well, that's easy for you to say, but...

  Alex Fletcher : No, no. He is a jerk! He is a jerk. It's not a question. He is a jerk!

  Sophie Fisher : But...

  Alex Fletcher : No, he is! He's a jerk! He's a jerk!

• Alex Fletcher : [start of Way Back Into Love Demo Version]  Way Back Into Love, take one.

  Sophie Fisher : I-uh-I'm getting really nervous.

  Alex Fletcher : You'll be fine, just use your normal, nice voice that I've heard... so much over the last three days.

  Sophie Fisher : It's like, ugh, my throat's closing up. It's, like, anaphylactic.

  [cough] 

  Alex Fletcher : It's fine, it's just a three-minute song.

• Sophie Fisher : [hits her head on piano]  OW!

  Alex Fletcher : Yes, I think she's up now.