The Making of Alan Parker's Film 'The Commitments' Page #4

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It's ride, Sally, ride. Not roid, Sally, roid.

# Ride, Sally, ride

From the top.

# Mustang Sally

# Guess you better slow

that Mustang down

# Mustang Sally now, baby

- What were you playin'?

- C, F and G.

You weren't. It's not the chords, anyway.

- What are they, then?

- C, F, C, C.

- You'd look better without your glasses.

- I'm blind without my glasses.

So was Ray Charles.

Your drumming's coming along, Billy.

Have yeh been practising?

Me da's dead and

me brothers are younger.

So?

So there's no one to tell me

to shut the f*** up.

Look at him!

- He eats like a pig.

- He's such a prick!

Hasn't got the voice of a prick, though.

Joey says it belongs to God.

God should ask for it back.

- I suppose Jimmy'll groom him.

- Teach him to use a knife and fork.

- Are you all choir girls, then?

- What if we are?

Well, you've got fair voices,

but you're not putting much of that into it.

Good Jaysis!

All mouth and bollix!

- I bet he's never done the business.

- I bet he does it every night.

Get me share.

That's why you don't play guitar. You've

lost the muscles in your right hand!

Are yeh doin' what I told you? Are you

thinkin' of that reed as a woman's nipple?

- I am, yeah.

- Do you mind me askin' who she is?

She lives across the street from me. But I

feel embarrassed. She's still at school.

Maybe you should set

your sights a little higher.

My trumpet was always Gina Lollobrigida.

- I've never heard of her.

- A fine woman!

I could try, uh... Kim Basinger.

Is she...?

Ohh! Yeah!

Good.

Pick a nipple and try it again.

# One of these early mornings

# Oh, I'm gonna be wipin'

your weepin' eyes

# Yeah

# All you wanna do is ride around, Sally

# Ride, Sally, ride

# All you wanna do is ride around, Sally

# Ride, Sally, ride

# All you wanna do is ride around, Sally

# Ride, Sally, ride

# One of these early mornings

# I'm gonna be wipin' your weepin' eyes

# Yeah

# Yeah

# Oh, sweet ba-a-abe!

# Yeah!

OK, everyone. We're gettin' there,

no question. Let's call it a night.

That was a load o' shite.

It was woeful,

but that boy can sing.

And it was a start. I believe in starts. Once

you have the start, the rest is inevitable.

All right, folks, we've done good work

tonight. Will you form a circle, please?

You too, Jimmy.

Come on, come on. Just form a circle.

Now, everybody turn right.

Now let's pat ourselves on

the back for a job well done!

Mr Rabbitte, you've been collecting

unemployment benefit for two years.

Are you telling me you can't get a job?

We're a Third World country.

What can yeh do?

- Jimmy! Howayeh?

- Dean! Didn't know you were on the dole.

- Three months now. How about yourself?

- Lost count. Yeh know how it is.

- See you at Joey's. Tuesday, is it?

- Yeah, Tuesday.

See yeh there.

Jimmy! It feels much better

bein' an unemployed musician

than an unemployed pipe fitter!

Check that horn.

You?

Joey The Lips.

This is an all-star album. Very rare.

I'll get a pen, and then

I can autograph it for yis.

He's full of it.

Look, that's Joey there,

next to Otis Redding.

That could be anybody.

All yeh can see is the trumpet.

Look at this, then. ''Trumpet, J Fagan.''

- Ah, it's a very common name.

- Not in Detroit.

He's played with all the

greats, then? Your Joey?

Oh, yes, indeed.

He was in America for years!

But I'll tell you something that

nobody knows about my Joey.

Wherever he went, or wherever he played,

he always sent me a postcard.

# Yeah, yeah

# They say it's a man's world

# Oh, but you can't prove that by me

Excuse me. Is this Bluebell Way?

No, this is Marigold.

Bluebell's over there an' to the left.

# Show some respect for me

# If you wanna do right...

Hey!

What?

- You're not takin' that into the lift?

- I have to. The stairs would kill him.

- Hello, Mrs McGloughlin. Is Bernie in?

- She is. Come on in, will yeh?

Close that door.

- Howyeh, Bernie.

- Howayeh, Jimmy?

If Jimmy wants tea,

you've to make it yourself.

Oh, I'm not bothered, thanks.

Move that washing

if yeh want to sit down.

Bernie, you've been missin' rehearsals.

You can see why! Me ma can't work -

she's about to drop another one.

Me da's in the f***in' hospital.

I'm the only one bringin' any money in.

- It's tough, I know, but...

- What?

It's hard when only two

backup singers show up.

You're not dumpin' me.

I brought in the other two.

Or is that why yeh f***in' asked me?

You've got the best voice

o' the three of yis!

Bollix! You just wanted to get

your paws on Imelda Quirke.

Watch the f***in'...! Yeh f***in' bollix,

yeh! Go and f***in' play!

Look at the bloody mess yeh made!

Look, Jimmy, I'll catch up.

I need this band more than any of us.

I need somethin' to look forward to.

A lot o' work.

If you didn't do it for God,

who would you do it for?

- Steven!

- Jimmy. Father Molloy will be here soon.

- Great sound, wha'?

- Yeah.

I wish my granny had

one of these we could borrow.

- Great intro, uh?

- They nicked it from Marvin Gaye.

He nicked it from Bach!

Ah, it's beautiful.

# We skipped the light fantastic

# Skipped the light fandango!

# Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

# I was feeling kinda seasick

# But the crowd called out for more

Poxiest bleedin' lyrics ever written.

One of sixteen vestal virgins leaving

for the coast. What's that mean?

I never understood that, either.

It's a very peculiar lyric.

Howayeh, Father?

Did you talk to the committee?

I have, and they've agreed in principle.

It would have to be the 28th

because Danny, our bingo caller,

is going into hospital to have

a tap put in his kidneys.

28th. No problem.

I'm sure you'll blow their minds, Jimmy!

Look here, girls. Take this advice.

And remember always in life:

# Into each heart

# Some tears must fall

# Though you love and lose

# You must stand tall

# Cos... we've all got to cry sometimes

# Yeah, yeah, yeah

- # I said sigh sometimes

- # Yeah, yeah, yeah

- # Pull yourself together

- # Yeah, yeah, yeah

# No use crying for ever

# Because there's

# Too many fish in the sea

# Too many fish in the sea

# I said there's short ones

# Tall ones

# Too many fish in the sea

You're supposed to come in.

All right, we'll take a break.

You're gettin' there, girls.

It's not just how you sing, it's how

you move. You're sex machines.

My ma would crease me

if she thought I was a sex machine!

- Greg wouldn't complain, would he!

- Piss off, you!

- Whose turn is it to get the hamburgers?

- Sweet child, it'll be my pleasure.

I'll come with yeh, Joey.

- If they're singin', what am I to do?

- Play with yourself!

Sing along.

You've bigger tits than all o' them.

F*** you!

Oh, Jaysis!

- Here.

- What are you starin' at?

Nothin', Joey.

You fairly ruffled my savoir-faire

there, Dean, my man.

- I thought you were goin' for the burgers.

- I am gone, Dean.

# You're gonna want my love someday

# Well-a bye, bye, baby

- You've organised a gig?

- Yeah.

- Where?

- Community centre.

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