Control

Ian Curtis:
[handing Tony Wilson a piece of paper] Joy Division, you c*nt!

Ian Curtis:
So this is permanence; love-shattered pride. What once was innocence, has turned on its side.

Ian Curtis:
When you look at your life, in a strange new room, maybe drowning soon, is this the start of it all?

Ian Curtis:
I wish I were a Warhol silk screen hanging on the wall. Or little Joe or maybe Lou. I'd love to be them all. All New York's broken hearts and secrets would be mine. I'd put you on a movie reel, and that would be just fine.

Ian Curtis:
Side effects include: drowsiness, apathy, and blurred vision... I'm taking two.

Bernard Sumner:
I believe in pure... sex.

Ian Curtis:
Existence. Well, what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future. The present is well out of hand.

John Cooper Clarke:
The colour scheme is f***in' brown Everywhere in chicken town, The f***in' pubs are f***in' dull The f***in' clubs are f***in' full of f***in' girls and f***in' guys with f***in' murder in their eyes, A f***in' bloke gets f***in' stabbed waitin' for a f***in' cab, You f***in' stay at f***in' home, The f***in' neighbours f***in' moan, Keep the f***in' racket down This is f***in' chicken town The f***in' pies are f***in' old, The f***in' chips are f***in' cold, The f***in' beer is f***in' flat, The f***in' flats have f***in' rats, The f***in' clocks are f***in' wrong The f***in' days are f***in' long, It f***in' gets you f***in' down Evidently chicken town

Annik Honore:
Ian...

Ian Curtis:
Hmm?

Annik Honore:
I'm a little scared.

Ian Curtis:
Scared of what?

Annik Honore:
Scared of falling in love with you.

Ian Curtis:
I don't want to be in the band anymore. Unknown Pleasures was it. I was happy. I never meant for it to grow like this. When I'm up there, singing they don't understand how much I give and how it affects me. Now they want more. They expect me to give more. And I don't know if I can. It's like it's not happening to me, but... someone pretending to be me, someone dressed in my skin. Now we're going to America. I have no control anymore. I don't know what to do.

Ian Curtis:
I struggle between what I know is right in my own mind, and some warped truthfulness as seen through other people's eyes who have no heart, and can't see the difference anyway.

Ian:
(touches a butterfly shape on the glass window) My heart leaps when I behold, a rainbow in the sky. So it was my life began, so is it now, I am a man. So it be when I shall grow old, or let me die. The child is the father of the man. And I could wish my days to be bound by natural piety. (sits down on the bed)

Nick:
... Did you write that?

Ian:
(hands over a box of cigarettes to Debbie who refuses the offer) You can't be in my gang if you don't smoke.

Debbie:
(I) don't wanna be in your gang.

Ian:
Neither do I.

Ian:
Mrs. Brady please can I use your toilet please?

Mrs. Brady:
Of course you can, love. Second on the left down the hall.

Ian:
Thank you.

Mrs. Brady:
... Where was I? Oh yes.

(Ian goes to the bathroom and raids the medicine cabinet.)

Debbie:
It's a shame Nick couldn't come.

Ian:
He did say I could go out with you. He said it was alright, as long as I looked after you.

Debbie:
Did he now?

Ian:
Well I didn't want you thinking we were going behind his back or anything.

Debbie:
That's a bit presumptuous don't you think?

Ian:
Why?

Debbie:
I might not (have) wanted to go out with you.

(Ian looks at her, and they share a kiss.)

Peter Hook:
You know I don't mind the Buzz, but calling themselves c*cks... (I) don't get it.

Ian:
Well they're not calling themselves the C*cks are they? They're calling themselves the Buzzcocks.

Peter:
(mumbles)... Just couldn't stand for it, that's all.

Ian:
You're a twat you are. You're a bastard.

Tony Wilson:
..am I? Why is that?

Ian:
Because you haven't put us on television.

Rob Gretton:
I know how you can be better just like that (snaps his finger).

Ian:
Go on then.

Rob:
Simple. You employ me. You play, I manage. We all get stinking rich and famous and go buy great big f***ing houses in Cheshire.

Ian Curtis:
I wish I were a Warhol silkscreen, hanging on the wall.

Ian Curtis:
It says here... usually prescribed for schizophrenia. Side effects include drowsiness, apathy, agitation, and blurred vision :(pause)... I'm taking two.

Dj Rob Gretton:
I already manage a couple of bands, but between you and me, they couldn't sniff the sweat around your bollocks. You lot are something else. I hold my hands up! I am a believer in Joy Division! F***ing hallelujah!