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"

GONZO

Oh, Jesus! Did you see what god

just did to us?

 

DUKE

God didn't do that! You did it!

You're a fucking narcotics agent,

that was our cocaine, you pig!"

 

 

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"How long could we maintain, I

wondered. How long before 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.

Would he make that grim connection

when my attorney starts screaming

about bats and huge manta rays

coming down on the car?"

 

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"Did the mescaline just kick in? Or

was that Debbie Reynolds in a

silver Afro wig?!"

 

 

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This movie is fucking classic...seen it so many times...never gets old.

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Originally posted by ARCEL

good movie. how about when they sniff the shit in the bottle and try to walk into the casino

 

 

DUKE

Ah, devil ether. It makes you

behave like the village drunkard in

some early Irish novel... total

loss of all basic motor skills;

blurred vision, no balance, numb

tongue --

(throws away kleenex)

The mind recoils in horror, unable

to communicate with the spinal

column. Which is interesting,

because you can actually watch

yourself behaving in this terrible

way, but you can't control it.

 

DUKE and GONZO approach the entrance with elaborate care-

taking one step at a time -- trying to keep ahead of the drug.

 

DUKE (V/O)

You approach the turnstiles and

know that when you get there, you

have to give the man two dollars or

he won't let you inside... but when

you get there, everything goes wrong.

 

THE ETHER KICKS IN:

 

DUKE and GONZO BOUNCE off the walls, CRASH into OLD LADIES,

GIGGLE HELPLESSLY as they try to pay -- HANDS FLAPPING

CRAZILY, unable to get money out of their pockets.

 

DUKE (V/O)

Some angry Rotarian shoves you and

you think: What's happening here?

What's going on? Then you hear

yourself mumbling.

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favourite book ever. i refuse to watch that movie, i already know what it should look like in my head, i don't want to know what terry gilliams vision of it is. i hear its good though...

 

hunter s. thompson --> :twitch: :mean: :cool:

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sophomore yr in college our TV didn't work and my roommate had a box of about 40 movies. all I did was watch movies all day.

 

But he took that one and kept it in his room and said "you're not allowed to watch this sober"

 

Having seen it about 200 times (maybe once sober), I can say it if my favorite movie. So much shit you pick up, and so much social commentary. After seeing the movie I went and read all of his stuff, from shark hunt to ESPs "hey rube".

 

movie is hilarious and makes much more sense when you're fucked up.."giant lizards having sex..ok, that's cool"

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Originally posted by SukiSukiNow

Great book.

yes yes...funny guy that hunter fella

 

this movie is good, depp did a good job,

where the buffalo roam suckers

Hell Yeah....Where the Buffalos Roam is also ill, Bill Murray rocked in that one

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we watched half of it last night, and if intangibibibble fame hadnt been all like 'Waaaah its my birthday tomorrow i cant stay, my grammiekins is going to call me i have to go homme' we would have finished it.

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good book and movie. ran across this book eating in a sub shop in madison wisconsin, must of been 94. just eating and read the back of some random book, (there were books on all the tables), and said this is my kind of book, and pocketed it, it was already beat to hell but i got a couple good reads out of it.... movie was suprisingly(sp?) good.

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"We had abused every rule that Vegas

lived by -- burning the locals,

abusing the tourists, terrifying

the help. The only chance now, I

felt, was the possibility that we'd

gone to such excess that nobody in

the position to bring the hammer

down on us could possibility

believe it."

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DUKE

(to HITCHHIKER)

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. He's a foreigner. I

think he's probably Samoan. But it

doesn't matter, does it? Are you

prejudiced?

 

HITCHHIKER

Hell, no!

 

DUKE

I didn't think so. Because in

spite of his race, this man is

extremely valuable to me. Hell, I

forgot all about this beer. You

want one?

(HITCHHIKER shakes

his head)

 

How about some ether?

 

HITCHHIKER

What?

 

DUKE

Never mind. Let's get right to the

heart of this thing. Twenty-four

hours ago we were sitting in the

Pogo Lounge of the Beverly Wills

Hotel...

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DUKE (V/O)

No point mentioning these bats. I

thought. The poor bastard will see

them soon enough.

 

DUKE (V/O)

We had two bags of grass, seventy-

five pellets of mescaline, five

sheets of high powered blotter

acid, a salt shaker half full of

cocaine, 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.

 

DUKE (V/O)

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.

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  • 3 weeks later...

i read the book again recently, heres part of chapter 2...

 

Getting hold of the drugs had been no problem, but the car and the tape recorder were not easy things to round up at 6:30 on a Friday afternoon in Hollywood. I already had one car, but it was far too slow and small for desert work. We went to a Polynesian bar, where my attorney made seventeen calls before locating a convertible with adequate horsepower and proper coloring.

"Hang on to it," I heard him say into the phone. "We'll be over to make the trade in thirty minutes." Then after a pause, he began shouting: "What? Of course the gentleman has a major credit card! Do you realize who the fuck you're talking to?"

"Don't take any guff from these swine," I said as he slammed the phone down. "Now we need a sound store with the finest equipment. Nothing dinky. We want one of those new Beligian Heliowatts with a voice-activated shotgun mike, for picking up conversations in oncoming cars."

We made several more calls and finally located our equipment in a store about five miles away. It was closed, but the salesman said he would wait, if we hurried. But we were delayed en route when a Stingray in front of us killed a pedestrian on Sunset Boulevard. The store was closed by the time we got there. There were people inside, but they refused to come to the double-glass door until we gave it a few belts and made ourselves clear.

Finally two salesmen brandishing tire irons came to the door and we managed to negotiate the sale through a tiny slit. Then they opened the door just wide-enough to shove the equipment out, before slamming and locking it again. "Now take that stuff and get the hell away from here," one of them shouted through the slit.

My attorney shook his fist at them. "We'll be back," he yelled . "One of these days I'll toss a fucking bomb into this place! I have your name on this sales slip! I'll find out where you live and burn your house down!"

"That'll give him something to think about," he muttered as we drove off. "That guy is a paranoid pyschotic, anyway. They're easy to spot."

We had trouble, again, at the car rental agency. After signing all the papers, I got in the car and almost lost control of it while backing across the lot to the gas pump. The rental-man was obviously shaken.

"Say there...uh...you fellas are going to be careful with this car, aren't you?"

"Of course."

"Well, good god!" he said. "You just backed over that two-foot concrete abutment and you didn't even slow down! Forty-five in reverse! And you barely missed the pump!"

"No harm done," I said. "I always test a transmission that way. The rear end. For stress factors."

Meanwhile, my attorney was busy transferring rum and ice from the Pinto to the back seat of the convertible. The rental-man watched him nervously.

"Say," he said. "Are you fellas drinking?"

"Not me" I said.

"Just fill the goddamn tank," my attorney snapped. "We're in a hell of a hurry. We're on our way to Las Vegas for a desert race."

"What?"

"Never mind," I said. "We're responsible people." I watched him put the gas cap on, then i jammed the thing into low gear and we lurched into traffic.

"Theres another worrier," said my attorney. "He's probably all cranked up on speed."

"Yeah, you should have given him some reds."

"Reds wouldn't help a pig like that," he said. "To hell with him. We have a lot of business to take care of, before we can get on the road."

"I'd like to get hold of some preists' robes," I said. "They might come in handy in Las Vegas."

But there were no costume stores open, and we weren't up to burglarizing a church. "Why bother?" said my attorney. "And you have to remember that a lot of cops are good vicious Catholics. Can you imagine what those bastards would do to us if we got busted all drugged-up and drunk in stolen vestments? Jesus, they'd castrate us!"

 

...

 

:lol:

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