“Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
I’m shocked, SHOCKED, to find gambling in this establishment!
Are you suggesting that I, the president of Huxley College, go into a speakeasy without even giving me the address?
I’m suggesting, Mr. President, there’s a military plot to take over the government. This may occur some time this coming Sunday.
Left the Sunday joint cooking all night, didn’t we?
Yeah, that 'Nam grass will fuck anyone up, man!
‘I’m working on my own blend, a mix of Kentucky bluegrass and sensemilla. You play 18 on it in the afternoon, and get stoned on it at night. Cannonball!’
Mind if I do a J?
No, thank you. I will proceed directly to the intravenous injection of hard drugs, please.
People think it’s all about misery and desperation and death and all that shit which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn’t do it. After all, we’re not fucking stupid. At least, we’re not that fucking stupid
Oh, but we are nice, and we’ll attend to your every need.
Let me show you around, maybe play you a sound. You look like you’re both pretty groovy. Or if you want something visual that’s not too abysmal. We could take in an old Steve Reeves movie.
Let me ask you a question. And be honest. Do I make you horny, baby? Do I?
Would you fuck me? I’d fuck me. I’d fuck me hard.
Fuckety-bye!
And then, the oral sex!
As you wish.
My name is Pussy Galore.
Would you like to play a game?
You talkin’ to me? YOU TALKIN’ TO ME??