Some people will pay a lot of money for that information; but then your daughter would lose a father, instead of gaining a husband.
Well, that’s the first thing I’ve heard today that makes any sense.
Someone saying something meaningful would please us a great deal.
Snakes.
Why’d it have to be…snakes?
They strike, wrap around you. Hold you tighter than your true love. And you get the privilege of hearing your bones break before the power of embrace causes your veins to explode.
I am TIRED of these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!
We need another python. See what you can do. We have enough cobras, okay?
Indy…
That’s my name, don’t wear it out!
He slimed me, Ray.
I don’t know if I was interested so much in the science as I was in the slime that goes along with it. Snakes and frogs. When I saw how slimy the human brain was, I knew that’s what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.
I guess you’ve noticed something a little strange with Dad. It’s okay, though. I’m still Dad.
I don’t want you to get to know me. I like being an enigma, like a Chink. Now scram.
No, no, no, no, no. Go, Bring food.
This is the last champagne in the city of Houston!
Remember what I told you when you first started working for me: the guys that last in this business are the guys who fly straight. Low-key, quiet. But the guys who want it all, chicas, champagne, flash? They don’t last.
I tell you, we got two categories of pilots around here. We got your prime pilots that get all the hot planes, and we got your pud-knockers who dream about getting the hot planes. Now what are you two pud-knockers gonna have? Huh?
Hey, Kids, I heard on the news that an airline pilot spotted Santa’s sleigh on its way in from New York City.
We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers… Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
We grow copious amounts of ganja, yah? And you’re carrying a wasted girl and a bag of fertilizer. You don’t look like your average horti-fucking- culturalist!