Bradley Cooper: Jack

A Star Is Born

Jack

Jack: Look, talent comes everywhere. Everybody's talented, fucking everyone in this bar is talented at one thing or another. But having something to say and a way to say it so that people listen to it, that's a whole other bag. And unless you get out and you try to do it, you'll never know. That's just the truth. And there's one reason we're supposed to be here is to say something so people want to hear. Don't you understand what I'm trying to tell you?
Ally: Yeah, I do. I don't like it, but I understand it.
Jack: Oh, I think you like it a little bit.

Jack: Could I ask you a personal question?
Ally: Okay?
Jack: Do you write songs or anything?
Ally: I don't sing my own songs.
Jack: Why?
Ally: I just don't feel comfortable.
Jack: Why wouldn't you feel comfortable?
Ally: Because like almost every single person that I've come in contact with in the music industry has told me that my nose is too big and that I won't make it.
Jack: That your nose is too big?
Ally: Yeah.
Jack: Your nose is beautiful. Are you showing me your nose right now? You don't have to show it to me. I've been looking at it all night.
Ally: Oh, come on. No, you're not.
Jack: Oh, I'm going to be thinking about your nose for a very long time.
Ally: You're full of shit.
Jack: I'm not full of shit.
Ally: Yeah, you are.
Jack: I'm telling you the truth.
Ally: Yeah, you're full of shit.

Jack: Can I tell you a secret?
[Ally looks over to him]
Jack: I think you might be a songwriter. And don't worry, I won't tell anybody. But I'm not very good at keeping secrets.

Ally: [singing] Tell me something, boy. Aren't you tired trying to fill that void? Or do you need more? Ain't it hard keeping it so hardcore?
Jack: Is that me?
Ally: That's you.
Jack: Did you just write that now?
Ally: Yeah.
Jack: Pretty good.

Jack: If I don't say this then I'll never forgive myself.
Ally: What...
Jack: If you don't dig deep into your fuckin' soul you won't have legs. I'm just telling you that. If you don't tell the truth out there you're fucked. All you got is you and what you have to say to people and they are listening right now and they are not going to be listening forever. Trust me. So you gotta grab it and you don't apologise or worry about why they're listening or how long they're gonna be listening for. You just tell them what you want to say.

Ally: [sarcastically] Why don't you have another drink? And we can just get fucking drunk until we fuckin' disappear, okay? Hey! Do you got those pills in your pocket?
Jack: You're just fuckin' ugly, that's all.
Ally: Hey, you got - I'm what?
Jack: You're just fuckin' ugly.
Ally: Get the fuck out! Get out! I said get out!

Ally: You know, what I'd like is for my boyfriend to love me. Actually, for my husband to love me.
Jack: Yeah, who's your fucking boyfriend? You got a boyfriend?
Ally: Yeah, I've got a boyfriend.
Jack: That hurts, calling me your fucking boyfriend.
Ally: You're my boyfriend if you don't treat me like your wife.

Jack: [speaking to the crowd] There's a friend of mine who came a long way to be here and she wrote a great song and I'd just like her to sing it. I think it's pretty fucking good.