Head (1968) 5.9

Davy: [choosing Sonny Liston to box against] Great, I'll have a go at him. You won't hurt my face, will ya? Million dollar head, this. Micky Dolenz: We told you a hundred times, good officer, sir. We last saw him inside the john... er... comfort room. Mike: [ordering at the studio commissary] I'll have a finger sandwich, hold the mold. Davy Jones: And, uh, I'd like a glass of cold gravy with a hair in it, please. Mrs Ace: [sarcastically] One of your own? Voice in the desert: Quiet, isn't it, George Michael Dolenz? I SAID: QUIET, ISN'T IT, George Michael Dolenz! Testy True: [holding out her snakebitten finger] Quick! Suck it before the venom reaches my heart. Mike: WHAT heart? Mike: [grabbing Micky, as Davy struggles in the boxing ring] YOU are the dummy, dummy! Peter Tork, Micky Dolenz, Mike, Davy Jones: [chanted in unison] Hey hey we are the Monkees, you know we aim to please. A manufactured image with no philosophies. Cow: Monkees is da cwaziest people! Mrs Ace: [patronizing Micky] Are you still paying tribute to Ringo Starr? Mickey Dolenz: Would you like a pinch in the mouth? Mrs Ace: I'll think about it. Mickey Dolenz: Don't hurt yourself. Interviewee: Are you telling me that you don't see the connection between government and laughing at people? Peter: Where there is clarity, there is no choice. And where there is choice, there is misery. But then, why should I speak, since I know nothing? Swami: We were speaking of belief; beliefs and conditioning. All belief possibly could be said to be the result of *some* conditioning. Thus, the study of history is simply the study of one belief system deposing another, and so on and so on and so on... A psychologically tested belief of our time is that the central nervous system, which feeds its impulses directly to the brain, conscious and subconscious, is unable to discern between the real, and the vividly imagined experience. If there is a difference, and most of us believe there is -am I being clear? For to examine these concepts requires tremendous energy and discipline. To experience the now, without preconception or beliefs, to allow the unknown to occur and to occur, requires clarity. And where there is clarity there is no choice. And where there is choice, there is misery. And why should anyone listen to me? Why should I speak, since I know nothing? Mike: Okay. You think they call us plastic now, babe, but wait 'til I get through telling them how we do it.

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Peter Tork

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: Let me tell you one thing son. Nobody ever lends money to a man with a sense of humor. The Critic: That song was pretty white. Davy Jones: So am I; what can I tell you? Lord High'N'Low: "Boys, don't never, but never, make fun of no cripple!" Inspector Shrink: The tragedy of *your* time, my young friends, is that you may get exactly what you want. Micky Dolenz: C'mon let's get outta this nightclub! Mrs Ace: But what about the food? Mike: Have it cleaned and burned! Lord High'N'Low: Hey! Nobody walks out on me! Not even myself! Davy: Wait! Don't move! I wanna forget you just as you are! Davy: Psst! Hey, c'mere. Now this is serious. What ya say, you and me, go someplace where we wont bump into each other again? Peter: MICKY! Micky! Micky! I'm the dummy, Micky. I'm always the dummy. Micky Dolenz: You're right, Pete. You're always the dummy. I forgot. I'm sorry. Sorry. You're always the dummy, Pete. I'm sorry, sorry... Mrs Ace: Well, if it isn't God's gift to the eight-year-olds. Micky's conscience: Pathetic! Micky Dolenz: I can't... Micky's conscience: It's pitiful! Micky Dolenz: Shut up. Micky's conscience: You shut up. Micky Dolenz: No, YOU shut up! Micky's conscience: YOU shut up! Micky Dolenz: Shut up! Micky's conscience: You! Micky Dolenz: [completely losing his temper] SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPYOOOOUUUUU! Micky's conscience: Okay, I will. [total silence]