Mia: People love what other people are passionate about.
Sebastian: They worship everything and they value nothing.
Sebastian: I'm letting life hit me until it gets tired. Then I'll hit back. It's a classic rope-a-dope.
Sebastian: Alright, I remember you. And I'll admit I was a little curt that night.
Sebastian: Okay, I was an asshole. I can admit that. But requesting "I Ran" from a serious musician, it's just, it's too far.
Mia: My Lord, did you just say "a serious musician?"
Sebastian: I don't think so.
Mia: Can I borrow what you're wearing?
Mia: Because I have an audition next week. I'm playing a serious firefighter.
Sebastian: So you're an actress? I thought you looked familiar. Have I seen you in anything?
Mia: Uhh, the coffee shop on the Warner Brothers lot, that's a classic.
Sebastian: Oh I see.
Sebastian: So you're a barista? And I can see how you could then look down on me from all the way up there.
Sebastian: I guess I'll see you in the movies.
Keith: How are you gonna be a revolutionary if you're such a traditionalist? You hold onto the past, but jazz is about the future.
Sebastian: You're a barista? I can see how you can look down on me from all the way up there.
Sebastian: I thought you wanted me to do this, it just sounds like now you don't want me to do it.
Mia: What do you mean, I wanted you to do this?
Sebastian: This is what you wanted for me.
Mia: To be in this band?
Sebastian: To be in a band, to have a steady job, you know to be... you know.
Mia: Of course, I wanted you to have a steady job so that you could take care of yourself and your life and you could start your club.
Sebastian: Yeah, so I'm doing that, so I don't understand like why aren't we celebrating?
Mia: Why aren't you starting your club?
Sebastian: You said yourself no one wants to go that club. No one wants to go to a club called 'Chicken on a Stick.'
Mia: So change the name!
Sebastian: Well, no one likes jazz, not even you!
Mia: I do like jazz now because of you!
Mia: I think you should call it Seb's because no one will come to a place called Chicken on a Stick.
Mia: George Michael!
Sebastian: I want to let you know you're looking at a new man. A man who's happy to be here.
Boss: Right, and you'll play the set list.
Sebastian: Gladly... Although, you know, I thought in this town it worked on a sort of "one for you, one for me" basis type system. How about two for you, one for me?
Sebastian: How about all for you and none for me?
Boss: That's perfect, yes.
Sebastian: Okay, a mutual decision then.
Boss: Made by me.
Sebastian: Right, and I sign off on it, so...
Boss: Whatever. Tell yourself what you want to know.
Mia: No, Jamal. You be trippin'.
Mia: [singing] And here's to the fools who dream / Crazy as they may seem. / Here's to the hearts that break. / Here's to the mess we make.
Keith: Jazz is about the future.
Mia: [During her audition] My aunt used to live in Paris. I remember when she used to come home, and tell us... these stories about being abroad. And... I remember... she told us once that she jumped into the river once. Barefoot. She smiled.
Mia: Leapt without looking, / And tumbled into the Seine. / The water was freezing. / She spent a month sneezing, / But said she would do it again. / Here's to the ones who dream, / Foolish as they may seem. / Here's to the hearts that ache. / Here's to the mess we make.
Sebastian: [about jazz] It's conflict and it's compromise, and it's just... it's new every time. It's brand new every night. It's very, very exciting!