Well, how long is your program? Well, it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together… and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home… only to no home I’d ever known… I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like… magic.
I think… no, I am positive… that you are the most unattractive man I have ever met in my entire life. You know, in the short time we’ve been together, you have demonstrated EVERY loathsome characteristic of the male personality and even discovered a few new ones. You are physically repulsive, intellectually retarded, you’re morally reprehensible, vulgar, insensitive, selfish, stupid, you have no taste, a lousy sense of humor and you smell. You’re not even interesting enough to make me sick.
:: Nothing personal, Ignatz 
All right, but let’s say we’re caught in a situation where we’ve got like five minutes to live, like a bomb or something is gonna go off. Would you fuck us then?
Pull up your pants, Romeo.
Romeo is banished!
Oh, Gnomeo, Gnomeo, are we really doomed to never see each other again? Why must you wear a blue hat? Why couldn’t it be red like my father, or green like… like a leprechaun… or purple like, ummm, like some weird guy - I mean what’s in a gnome? Because you are blue, my father sees red, and because I am red, I am feeling blue. Oh, at any rate that shouldn’t be the thing to keep us apart, should it?
I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground.
We represent the Lollipop Guild.
We shared a bowl of sugar.
A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.
If Mr. McMurphy doesn’t want to take his medication orally, I’m sure we can arrange that he can have it some other way. But I don’t think that he would like it.
No, thank you. I will proceed directly to the intravenous injection of hard drugs, please.
The Korova milkbar sold milk-plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.
San Francisco was on the other side of the world from Flint. Everyone there had a job, yet no one seemed to be working. The cafés were filled with people at 3 in the afternoon. I was told there’s one restaurant for every 44 people in San Francisco, but most of them seemed to be dessert places. Trying to get a simple cup of coffee became a nightmare for me.
Hey, this doesn’t taste like cappuccino.
We’re also out of coffee.
Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.
You know what the real tragedy about all this is? I’m not even supposed to be here today!
The day ain’t over yet…
Kane will be a dead man in half an hour and nobody’s gonna do anything about it. And when he dies, this town dies too.