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Cherie Currie: What the fuck is this?
Sandy West: That was pretty nasty, Kim.
Kim Fowley: That - is what we call controversy. That - is what we call publicity. That - is what we call a juicy story. And you're welcome. Because of me, that piece is twice as long and half of it is about you! This is press, my budding young starlet - not prestige. Get used to it. Now get in the booth and finish the song. I got this place on lock-out and I'm paying through the fucking nose. So let's go, let's go. Sing. Sing!
Cherie Currie: No.
Kim Fowley: No?
Joan Jett: Come on, Cherie, let's just finish and go home.
Lita Ford: Yeah, get in the booth, Cherie.
Joan Jett: Shut the fuck up, Lita. Shut the fuck up!
Lita Ford: You shut up.
Cherie Currie: I'm not singing.
Kim Fowley: Of course you're singing. You're a singer, Cherie! That's what you do. You sing and you strut around in your underwear. You do what I tell you to do. And right now, I'm telling you to get in the booth. So get in the booth.
Cherie Currie: No.
Kim Fowley: Mm. Get in the booth, Cherie.
Cherie Currie: No.
Kim Fowley: Get in the booth.
Cherie Currie: No.
Kim Fowley: Get in the booth before I lose my patience and send you back where I rescued you from.
Cherie Currie: Good! Send me back, I don't give a shit! I wanna go back!
Kim Fowley: Careful... Get in the booth.
Cherie Currie: No!
Kim Fowley: Get in the booth!
Cherie Currie: No! I'm not gonna be your little lap dog anymore! You've been speaking for me this whole time! You get in the fucking booth! I'm done!
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Kim Fowley: [to the girls] You dog cunts will be lucky getting your next gig singing in the fucking shower.