Michael Jackson: You can have a house full of people and still be lonely from within.
Shia LeBoeuf: You think?
Jackson: You’ll be surprised.
LeBoeuf: You’re already in the next scene.
Jackson: It looks like you’re doing aerobics.
LeBoeuf: And now we're arguing about the music choice for my scene that he's involved in from a distance, but in this moment, it's me and that music, and I can't get over the idea that he won't allow the idea to play this vulnerable shit that gets me there.
Jackson: Nat King Cole, great stuff. Marvin Gaye, Sam Cook, they are all ridiculous.
LeBoeuf: They’re full of life, and they have textures to them.
Jackson: I’d like to take them all and burn them.
LeBoeuf: They had no respect for him and they just wanted to eat my face.
Jackson: I just showed up and gave him a hug.
LeBoeuf: No, we’re not going to play that song.
Jackson: It’s Denzel Washington’s favorite song.
LeBoeuf: He’s a boss.
Jackson: Oh my God.
LeBoeuf: We lost a big human element.
Jackson: It has to be given to you.
LeBoeuf: Sometimes it does have to be blunt. Which you can’t do.
Jackson: We have slings and canons and you are drenched by the time the game is over. It’s a great honor, I’m happy.
LeBoeuf: You know what? I’m going to fucking stab you.