I hate to shatter your ego, but this is not the first time I’ve had a gun pointed at me.
Son, your ego is writing checks your body can’t cash.
I know but dammit, I want this family to love me.
Would you settle for a guy who puts the seat down?
Put the candle back.
Rob, it is time to leave the electronic store.
Shop smart. Shop S-Mart!
It’s disgusting! There are urinals in there!
Better out than in, I always say.
No time for the old in-n-out, love, I’ve just come to read the meter.
They say that time is the fire in which we burn.
Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don’t they?
Yeah, I was just gonna tell you to shut up.
Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.
Is this some kind of bust?
What are they gonna do to me, Sarge? What are they gonna do?
If you protest, if you think that death is a terrible thing, then you’ve not understood what I have said.
Well, I’m sure I’d feel much worse if I weren’t under such heavy sedation.
Hey man, what was that dude’s trip? I mean what was he on, man?
We are all wired into a survival trip now. No more of the speed that fueled that 60’s. That was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary’s trip. He crashed around America selling “consciousness expansion” without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all the people who took him seriously… All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped create… a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody… or at least some force - is tending the light at the end of the tunnel.