Jerry Wexler: We gotta get this on wax.
Ahmet Ertegun: Oh, yeah.

Jerry Wexler: We must record this.
Ahmet Ertegun: I agree.

Ray Charles: If I feel the music, that means it's real.
Quincy Jones: No, it ain't. Ray Charles is a sell-out. The blind Liberace, leaving those rocking chair roots behind.

Ray Charles: If I feel the music, that means it's real.
Quincy Jones: No, it isn't. Ray Charles has chosen commercialism over artistry. You are like the blind Liberace*, leaving those small Southern town ideas and values behind.

*Liberace was a flamboyant Las Vegas piano star, more famous for his sparkling costumes and glamour than his playing.

Quincy Jones: Say, daddy-o, what axe you play?
Ray Charles: Uh, piano. Just blew in from Tampa, Florida. Me and my partner, Gossie McGee, came here, you know, want to fatten up our style. Cop some licks from some more experienced cats, you dig?
Quincy Jones: You know what? Why don't you let me take you inside? You know, show you around.
Ray Charles: All right. Perfect gentleman.
Quincy Jones: Yeah, this is just like my place. So, what's your name?
Ray Charles: Ray Robinson.
Quincy Jones: I'm Quincy Jones.

Quincy Jones: Excuse me, friend, what instrument do you play?
Ray Charles: I play the piano. I just came here from Tampa, Florida. My partner Gossie McGee and I came here because we want to improve our style. We plan to steal some fancy musical musical phrases from some more experienced players, do you understand me?
Quincy Jones: I have an idea. Why don't you let me take you inside? I can show you around.
Ray Charles: I accept. You are a perfect gentleman.
Quincy Jones: Yes, this is just like my own place. So, what is your name?
Ray Charles: Ray Robinson.
Quincy Jones: I'm Quincy Jones.