{fear and loathing in las vegas}
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Narrator: We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like... Raoul Duke: "I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive." Narrator: Suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full with what looked like huge bats all swooping and screeching and diving around the car and a voice was screaming... Raoul Duke: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals??" Acosta: "Did you say something?" Raoul Duke: "Hmm? Nevermind. It's your turn to drive." Narrator: No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough... |
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Acosta: "I saw these bastards in 'Easy Rider' but I didn't believe they were real. Not like this man. Not hundreds of them." Raoul Duke: "They're actually pretty nice people once you get to know them." Acosta: "Know them? I know these people in my damn blood." Raoul Duke: "Don't say that word around here. You'll get them excited." |
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| Raoul Duke: "With a bit of luck his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he'll never know." |
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| Raoul Duke: "There he goes - one of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die." |
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Raoul Duke: "I want you to understand that this man at the wheel is my attorney. He's not just some dingbat I found on the strip man. He's a foreigner. I think he's probably Samoan. But that doesn't matter though does it? Are you prejudiced? Hitchhiker: "Hell no." Raoul Duke: "I didn't think so. Because in spite of his race this man is very valuable to me. Oh shit. I forgot about the beer. You want one?" Hitchhiker: "No." Raoul Duke: "How about some ether?" Hitchhiker: "What?" Raoul Duke: "Never mind." |
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| Raoul Duke: "Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow." |
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| Raoul Duke: "We can't stop here! This is bat country!" |
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| Raoul Duke: "Order some golf shoes otherwise we'll never get outta this place alive." |
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| Raoul Duke: "How long could we maintain I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family. Will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so...well we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?" |
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Hotel Receptionist: "Can I call you a cab?" Police Chief: "Sure. And I'll call you a cocksucker." |
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Hitchhiker: "Hot damn! I never rode in a convertible before." Raoul Duke: "Is that right? Well I guess you're about ready then aren't you?" Acosta: "We're your friends. We're not like the others man. Really." Raoul Duke: "No more of that talk or I'll put the fucking leeches on you understand?" |
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| Acosta: "It's okay. He's just admiring the shape of your skull." |
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| Raoul Duke: "Let's get down to brass tacks. How much for the ape?" |
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| Raoul Duke: "You better take care of me Lord. If you don't you're gonna have me on your hands." |