Freddie Mercury: [Quoting Zoroaster] Good thoughts, good words, good deeds. Just like you taught me, papa.
[Bomi embraces Freddie]
Brian May: It's America. They're Puritans in public, perverts in private.
John Reid: So, tell me. What makes Queen any different from all of the other wannabe rockstars I meet?
Freddie Mercury: Tell you what it is, Mr. Reid. Now we're four misfits who don't belong together, we're playing for the other misfits. They're the outcasts, right at the back of the room. We're pretty sure they don't belong either. We belong to them.
Ray Foster: We need a song teenagers can bang their heads to in a car. Bohemian Rhapsody is not that song.
Freddie Mercury: The human condition requires a bit of anesthesia.
Jim Hutton: I like you too, Freddie. Come and find me when you decide to like yourself.
Brian May: I wanna give the audience a song that they can perform. So what can they do?
[Brian stomps his foot twice and claps, he and other band members follow along to the beat of We Will Rock You]
Brian May: Imagine... thousands of people... doing this in unison. Hmm?
Freddie Mercury: What's the lyric?
Freddie Mercury: Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen.
Freddie Mercury: [on his illness] If any of you fuss about it or frown about it, or worst of all, if you bore me with your sympathy, that's just seconds wasted. Seconds that could be used making music, which is all I want to do with the time I have left. I don't have time to be anybody's victim, AIDS poster boy or cautionary tale. No, I decide who I am. I'm going to be what I was born to be: a performer that gives the people what they want: a touch of the heavens! Freddie fucking Mercury.
Mary Austin: [to Freddie] I love the way you move on stage. The whole room belongs to you. Don't you see what you can be?
Freddie Mercury: We can be. We believe in each other... that's everything. We are going to do great things. It's an experience - love, tragedy, joy... it's something that people will feel belongs to them.
Freddie Mercury: I'm not the leader of Queen, I'm only the lead singer.
Roger Taylor: ...Who even is Galileo?
Ray Foster: Bohemian...
Brian May: Rhapsody.
Ray Foster: Rhapsody. What is that?
Freddie Mercury: An epic poem.
Ray Foster: It goes on forever, six bloody minutes!
Freddie Mercury: I pity your wife if you think six minutes is forever.
Freddie Mercury: And you know what? We're going to release it as our single.
Ray Foster: [laugs] Not possible. Anything over three minutes, and the radio stations won't program it. John?
John Reid: Yeah, we need radio. Format is three minutes.
Ray Foster: What about 'I'm in Love with My Car'?
[disappointed look on Queen's faces before Freddie kicks Ray's desk]
Ray Foster: Well, that's the kind of songs teenagers can crank up the volume in their car and bang their heads to. 'Bohemian Rhapsody' will never be that song.
Mary Austin: [to Freddie, crying] Your life is going to be very difficult.
Freddie Mercury: I'm just a musical prostitute.
[Roger threatens to throw a coffee machine at Brian and John]
Brian May: Not the coffee machine!
Bomi Bulsara: [Quoting Zoroaster] Good Thoughts. Good Words. Good Deeds.
Brian May: [to Freddie] No one will play us on the radio. We need to get experimental.
Freddie Mercury: We're family. We believe in each other. That's everything.
Jim Beach: The sun always sets behind you on Miami Beach.
Roger Taylor: [debating which song is better; Sweet Lady or I'm in Love with my Car] "You call me sweet like I'm some kind of cheese"
Brian May: It's good.
Roger Taylor: WOW!
Brian May: Is that, you know, "with my hands on your grease gun". That's very subtle isn't it?
Roger Taylor: It's a METAPHOR Brian!
John Deacon: It's just a bit weird Roger. What exactly are you doing with that car?
Freddie Mercury: [Asking Mary to sign to her deaf father] Please tell your father it's nice to meet him.
Mary Austin: I have.
Freddie Mercury: Well then, thank him for the lovely birthday cake.
Mary Austin: I have.
Freddie Mercury: [half-whispering] Then tell him his daughter's an EPIC shag.
Mary Austin: Freddie. He can read lips.
Mary's Father: [death glare]
Roger Taylor: [after singing Galileo in high pitch several times] My balls are in my chest.
John Reid: [Introducing Jim Beach to Ray Foster] And here's the bands lawyer Jim Beach.
Jim Beach: Hello.
Freddie Mercury: You MUST stop calling him that.
John Reid: That's his name.
Freddie Mercury: No, we can NOT keep calling him Jim Beach. Now that's absurd, not to mention unspeakably boring.
Freddie Mercury: Miami! From now on I dub thee MIAMI Beach!
Freddie Mercury: [singing on piano] Happy birthday, Mr Mercury...
Brian May: [At press conference] Does anyone have questions about the music?
Freddie Mercury: You know when you know you've gone rotten? Really rotten? Fruit flies. Dirty little fruit flies. Coming to feast on what's left.
Freddie Mercury: Mmm. They say money can't buy happiness, darlings! But it does allow you to give it away!
Jim Hutton: Touch me again like that and I'll belt ya.
Freddie Mercury: You will forever be known as the man who lost Queen.
Freddie Mercury: How much do you think we can get for this van?
Ray Foster: Mark these words. No one will play Queen.
Freddie Mercury: I have four extra incisors.
Freddie Mercury: [calling Paul on the telephone] Paul
Paul Prenter: Freddie?
Freddie Mercury: Sweetheart, I want to throw a party.
Paul Prenter: Okay, who do you want to invite?
Freddie Mercury: People! I want you to shake the freak tree and invite anyone who plops to the ground! Dwarfs and giants, magicians, Zulu tribesmen. contortionists, fire eaters, and priests. We're going to need to confess.
Paul Prenter: I know who you are, Freddie Mercury.
[after Mary leaves Freddie, driving away in the rain]
Paul Prenter: Freddie? What are you doing? You'll catch your death.
Freddie Mercury: Why didn't you tell me about Live Aid?
Paul Prenter: The Africa charity gig? It'd be an embarrassment. I didn't want to waste your time.
Freddie Mercury: You should have told me.
Paul Prenter: Of course I did. You forgot. You're always forgetting things. Come in now and have a drink.
Freddie Mercury: You're out.
Paul Prenter: What do you mean?
Freddie Mercury: I want you out of my life.
Paul Prenter: 'Cause I'm the only one left, now you're blaming me for everything?
Freddie Mercury: I blame myself.
Paul Prenter: So I'm out? Just like that? After everything we've been through? Just think of the photos I have. I know who you are, Freddie Mercury!
Freddie Mercury: [angry, firmly] You know when you gone really rotten? Really rotten? Fruit fly. Dirty, little, fruit fly. Coming to feast on what's left. Well, there isn't much left for you to feast on anymore!
[Under Pressure begins playing]
Freddie Mercury: [enraged] So, fly off! Do what you like with your photographs and your stories... but promise me one thing... that I never want to see your face again... ever.
Mary Austin: You've been burning the candle at both ends, Freddie.
Live Aid Organiser: So we have had a bit of a complaint about the noise... From a woman in Belgium.
Mary Austin: What's it like, singing for all those people?
Freddie Mercury: When I know they're listening, when I know I really have them, I couldn't sing off-key if I tried. I am exactly the person I was always meant to be. I'm not afraid of anything.
Freddie Mercury: The only other time I ever feel that way is when I'm with you.
Freddie Mercury: Formulas are a complete and utter waste of time.
Jim Hutton: Goodnight, Freddie. Or should I say good morning?
[the reunion meeting starts off tense]
Jim Beach: If anyone wants any tea, coffee, bladed weapons, just... just ask.
Freddie Mercury: I went to Munich. I hired a bunch of guys, I told them exactly what to do and the problem was, they did it. No push-back from Roger, none of Brian's re-writes, none of John's funny looks. I need you, and you need me.
Ray Foster: It's my money. I say what goes!
Paul Prenter: [to German TV presenter] His lovers were countless.
Shelley Stern: Freddie, could you tell us about the rumours concerning your sexuality?