Mike: "Brad is a pop diva."
Brad: "Mike is a pop diva."
Mike: "We're famous?"
Chester: "Are you sure?"
Phoenix: "Sub-famous!"
Mike: "That's craptacular!"
Chester: "I'm a big dork."
Mike: "You have a big dork too."
Chester: "Yes, I know."
Joe: "Mike is sponsored by Clairol."
Brad: "Mike is also sponsored by Joe."
Chester: "Yeah, We really like each other"
Mike: "Well he likes me, but I can't stand him"
Chester: "*In teary voice* Well, I guess not then!"
Joe: "This is Joe; Mike likes to break glass tables."
Mike: "This is Mike, Joe likes to break wind."
Mike: "This is Mike, I like to break wind."
Chester: And here is our bedroom.
Brad: Yeah, it's our bedroom.
Chester: No, it's not our bedroom, it belongs to my wife and I.
Mike: Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't.
Chester: And sometimes you feel like my nuts.
Mike: I almost ran over Chester with a golf cart when we were in Florida.
Chester: That was pure evil.
Chester: Brad has stinky feet! It smells like a skunk died in both his
shoes!
Mike: Yeah, Chester likes to smell people's shoes.
Chester: My shoes smell spiffy! Wanna sniff?
Chester: "When we're not on tour I like to stalk the guys."
Mike: "Yeah he follows us around like a lost puppy dog."
Chester: "Woof, woof!"
Joe: I want to get a pet frog and name it Kermit! Or barky larky!
Chester: Barky larky?
Joe: Yeah got a problem with that?
Joe: Chester has a bad mouth.
Chester: Fuck, fuck, fuck?
Mike: Bagawk!
Chester: I said fuck, not cluck!
Phoenix: Oh my God, they killed Kenny!
Chester: Huh? Lenny?
Joe: Lenny Kravitz?"
Phoenix: No I said Kenny! South Park, you know!
Chester: Mr. Hanky rules! Poooo poooo!
Chester: Shut up when I'm talking to you before I whip out my friend
and give you mushroom stamps!
Mike: Yeah, your little friend! Ha-ha!
Chester: Oh you would know wouldn't you?
Mike: Oh baby, you know it!
Joe: What the hell is it with you and Jiggly Puffs?
Chester: What the hell is it with you and frogs?
Joe: Don't disrespect the almighty froggy!
Chester: Oooooh I'm scared! Should I run?
Joe: Yes very, very fast.
Joe: We don't care about the MTV awards. I mean, we're glad that we
got invited to it this year and we got to perform. But we really didn't care
about winning.
Chester: Yeah there's always next year.
Joe: We'll just have the giant whale eat all of the other competitors!"
Mike: Oh sh*t, look out, its Keiko!
Mike: Brad's 1st guitar was a piece of crap...
Brad: My first guitar was a Fender Squire Bullet and practiced about
two hours a day for the first few years. Speak for yourself, Mike, I loved
that damn guitar.
Mike: We don't know what this video (One Step Closer) is about. Joe, our DJ,
is the only one who knows what it's about, and he won't tell us.
Chester: He�s an alien anyway.
Phoenix: Chester likes anime porn.
Chester: Yes, and Chester likes other things too.
Phoenix: Why are you talking in third person?
Chester: Because Chester feels like it. Now shut up and be a good boy and go
clean your room!
Mike: You wouldn't believe how dangerous it is to drive around with scented
candles lit in the bus, but it's necessary.
Chester: We actually got smart and bought sticky Velcro and put on either
side of the candles, so they wouldn't roll around.
Joe: We are not nu-metal, but we are...I don't even know what nu-metal
is. Nu-crap. Nu-tard. Nu-vomit.
Mike: Nu-Metal is a weird thing...I don't even think we're metal.
Brad: I want to labeled as Gnu-Metal.
Joe: I like Nu-Ska.
Mike: We need more ska on the next album. Maybe we'll just do ska from now
on................Skankin Park. Brad used to love ska in high school
Rob: I live on a bus!
Mike: Yeah, I live on a bus, that's my home.
Chester: Not only that, but I can't sleep anywhere, but the f*ckin'
bus! I need to buy a bus and park it in front of my house, so that when I go
home, at night when I go to bed, I just go to the bed. Or I need to install
a half of a bus in my room, with bunks, so I can sleep in it.
Brad: Mike, were you like in a pop group before Linkin Park?
Mike: I was in Menudo.
Brad: I heard that you can sing and dance real nice. Is it true you
had a fight with Ricky Martin, and that's why they kicked you out? Or was it
the age thing?
Mike: Ricky is an ass He's just bitter 'cause my name was first on
the first Cd.
Mike (attempting English accent): Listen 'eres wat's goin on, wat we've got
is da real drums ....'bang bang bang' got dem, and we got da fake drums ...
'bang bang bang'... that dont make any noise and he's (points) sayin why you
av dis stupid fing, cuz they make a sound on the sampla ever ere. I'm
speekin in yer language......I'm just tryin to relate .... its okay
right?....
Phoenix: "Hey Mike, they said you sound South African
Mike: It was scary in the beginning, when we started writing about
what we felt, but once we realized we weren't the only ones who felt that
way, once we saw the audience was coming along with us on that, it freed us
up. We wanted to be a little more descriptive, instead of just going 'fuck'
all the time. We wanted to go into detail.
Chester: "n between the letters of the word 'fuck' - that's where we
go. That's where we dig deep.
Mike: Most of us met a long time ago. Brad and I met in junior high and we
met Rob in high school, we met Joe in college.
Chester: And they made me in college, in a chemistry class. They copied
Frankenstein's work and used pieces of dead people, which is why I have to
wear this (touches his spiked collar), to hide the scar tissue.
Mike: Except we were in art school. That was the whole problem. In art
school, and there were no really good chemistry classes - so look what we
came up with!
Mike: My walls are about three inches thick and my neighbors must
have thought people were dying in my house! The whole neighborhood could
hear it!
Chester: And you'd hear someone go, "You F*CKING SUCK! Shut up!
Mike: I think we were subliminally influenced for the bridge on 'One
Step Closer' by my neighbors; "SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!
Chester: At ten o'clock every night, we'd hear (he bangs his fist
against the wall) and that was our alarm, so we almost ended up naming the
band 'Ten PM Stocker', 'cause we recorded on Stocker Street every night and
at 10 PM, we had to stop.
Mike: We do want everyone to know that our home on the web is
http://www.linkinpark.com/
and if you want to check out the fan websites, they'll be on there. We're
going to be redoing our whole site, and that's going to be awesome. We're
putting up new graphics and new things to entertain kids who go to the site.
Chester: Yeah, we were thinking about adding these games called 'On
The Rack', where you can rip people apart, and another one called 'Bash A
Boy Band'. It's going to be really cool. It's totally original, it's never
been done before!
Mike: Yeah, you're gonna be able to grab Brad by his bracelets and
rip his arm off! You see, I only have one arm of bracelets, so you can only
drag me in one direction, but you could pull him apart!
Chester: And my character, you can flip my necklace inside out and
crank the necklace until my head pops!
Chester: When i retire from music, I actually plan to become a
professional wrestler, I'm going to be the smallest professional wrestler in
history and my manager is Mr. Hahn. We're called the Sugar Brothers. My
professional move which takes down everybody is I just run around in circles
until that you know, the competition falls over from exhaustion and then Joe
comes in and pins them because I'm too small and I run. See? And that's how
I'm gonna take the championship that way. SUGAR BROTHERS!!....sorry...
Brad: Um yeah...I'm Big Bad Brad the intellectual wrestler, I wrestle
people with my mind. Like you don't even know right now but I'm pinning you
to the ground.
Chester: Yeah, he's taking you down.
Brad: You're going down.
Rob: Hey, Joe, what are ya listening to?
Joe: Uh, nothing...
Brad: He's listening to Chester's Madonna CD's.
Joe: No I'm not!!!
Chester: What?! I never said you could listen to them!!
Joe: I'm not!!
Chester: I'm gonna kill you, you hacker!!!
Joe: Leave me alone!!! (hides his face in his arms)
Mike: It's okay, Joe... Chester's not gonna hurt you...
Chester: Yeah, I'm not gonna hurt you.... I'm just gonna...
Joe: NO!!!! NOT THE FROGGY!!!
Rob: Chester....
Chester: Oh, ok.... geez, I was just joking....
Joe: (sniffs) no you weren't.... you were gonna... you were gonna...
Brad: Here, do you want Mr. Froggy???
Phoenix: Yeah, Mr. Froggy won't hurt you...
Joe: (takes the stuffed animal) ok, thanks....
Chester: There was another time when Mike was in a really foul mood and we
had to make a pit stop so he could use a porta potty.
Mike: Chester?!
Joe: I remember this one!
Chester: Anyways, Mike went to use the porta potty and we were waiting
inside the RV. It was Joe's idea, but we all got out and started to rock the
thing back and forth. We didn't mean to, but we ended up tipping the porta
potty over while Mike was in it!
Mike: That was so not funny.
Joe: Yeah it was, you should have seen the look on your face when you got
out of there!
Rob: Mike was covered in crap. He had to strip down before we let him back
on the bus because he smelled so bad!
Chester: Then we attacked him with air freshener.
Brad: Lysol!
