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Harpo Marx

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

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This movie was great! I watched it even though some people told me it was boring, I thought it was one of the funniest movies ever! It has the best quotes known to man:

 

"Please!... Tell me about the f***ing golf shoes!"

 

"You can turn your back on a man... but you can never turn your back on the drugs... ecpecially when it's weilding a 6-inch hunting knife."

 

has anyone read the book by HUnter S. Thompson?

 

 

[This message has been edited by Harpo Marx (edited 08-13-2001).]

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"poor bastard....he'll see them sooner or later"

 

the part where there walking into the casino on ether was halarious....

 

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brick, brick ,brick...thats how i be up against your girlfriends ass...

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Guest cracked ass

I never saw the movie, but the book was great.

"As your lawyer I advise you to drink heavily."

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Does anyone have the full quotes/context from when Depp is talking about the 180 degree turn while being chased by the police?

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...the part where there walking into the casino on ether was halarious....boogie

 

 

...if you really pay attention during that scene the great one HST is seen sitting in a chair, and you can hear depp aske himself, "is that me?"...pretty cool scene...

 

that and when they pickup that poor hitchhiker!...oh man i could go on and on about HST...he writes a column now for espn or espn 2 on their website....if any of you like politics read fear and loathing on the campaign trail....brilliant.....r

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i like the police scene too, hes like, "they never expect you to pull over and get out"

 

dopest movie ever

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1 Salt Shaker 1/2 full of cocaine

1 Bag of grass

A galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers

A pint of raw ether

A case of beer

A quart of tequilla

Rum

(and I must be forgetting something)

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for harpo:

 

"We had two bags of Grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cacaine and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers.... also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls... but the only thing that worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge..."

 

 

hahahahahaha!!!!!!...god i love the way he writes...r.

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Thanks a lot Mental.

WOW! I missed a lot. Haha. When he describes the ether binge is awesome when they're going to the carnival.

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oooh god oooh god..... wait we cant stop here this is bat country..

you can turn your back on a person but never turn your back on a drug espically when its waving a razor sharp hunting knife in your eye

did you see what god did to us man

 

easily one of my all time favorite movies i watch it almost once a month

 

 

[This message has been edited by DoSeR (edited 08-15-2001).]

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that movie is fucking nuts. i watchesd it 3 times when i had it but couldnt seem to pay attention to it. funny shit though.

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I have an autographed copy of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. My Cousin is a publisher and one of her new co-workers used to be Hunter S. Thompson's personal assistant. She said he was so annoying, he'd make her drive like 20 miles to some shit hole-in-the-wall mexican resturant everyday and buy $40 worth of burrito's.

 

I was Hunter S. Thompson for Halloween for the past three years. Cigarette holder and all.

 

I've read:

Screw Jack

The Rum Dairies

Generation of Swine

Fear and Loathing on the Campaing Trail '72

Fear and Loathing in las vegas

 

Oh, go rent where the buffalo roam. Fear and Loathing is a sequal to it. Bill Murray Plays Hunter S. Thompson, it's nto as good as Fear and Loathing, but hey...watch it.

 

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"As your lawyer I advise you to get a really fast car with no top and arm yourself to the teeth."

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who ever told you that Fear and Loathing was boring???!?!?! thats a piece of fine fucking art

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thats fucked up i just watched that last night. But in retrospect i thought the book was more on point as the case usually is that way.

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Originally posted by -Rage-:

"As your lawyer I advise you to get a really fast car with no top and arm yourself to the teeth."

 

"God HELL! I see the pattern, this one sounds like real trouble! You're going to need plenty of legal advice before this thing is over, and my first advice is that you should rent a very fast car, with no top, and get the hell out of L.A. for at least 48 hours. This blows my weekend because, naturally, I'll have to go with you... and we'll have to arm ourselves."

 

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Uncle' Raoul Duke: A drug person can learn to handle such things as seeing their dead

grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth. But no one should be asked to deal

with this trip.

 

Raoul S. Duke: Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop.

Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses

contempt in the cop-heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow.

 

Clerk at Mint Hotel: Can I call you a cab?

Police Chief: Sure, and I'll call you a cocksucker!

 

Narrator: We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs

began to take hold. I remember saying something like:

Raoul Duke: I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive.

Narrator: Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full with what

looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, and a voice was

screaming:

Raoul Duke: Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?!

Acosta: Did you say something?

Raoul Duke: Hm? Nevermind. It's your turn to drive.

Narrator: No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.

 

Narrator: 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 uppers,

downers, laughers, screamers... 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 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.

 

Acosta: [singing] Let's give the boy a lift.

Raoul Duke: What? No! We can't stop here! This is bat country!

 

Hitchhiker: Hot damn! I never rode in a convertible before!

Raoul Duke: Is that right? Well... I guess you're about ready, then, aren't you?

Acosta: We're your friends. We're not like the others, man, really.

Raoul Duke: No more of that talk or I'll put the fucking leeches on you, understand?

Acosta: Heh heh heh...

Raoul Duke: Get in!

 

Narrator: How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until 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; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about

bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off

and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report

us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like

dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?

 

Acosta: It's okay. He's just admiring the shape of your skull.

 

Narrator: Perhaps, if I explained things, he'd rest easy.

 

Raoul Duke: 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, man. He's a foreigner. I think he's probably Samoan. But that

doesn't matter, though, does it? Are you prejudiced?

Hitchhiker: Hell no.

Raoul Duke: I didn't think so. Because in spite of his race, this man is very valuable to me. Oh,

shit. I forgot about the beer. You want one?

Hitchhiker: No.

Raoul Duke: How 'bout some ether?

Hitchhiker: What?

Raoul Duke: Never mind.

 

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Raoul Duke: You can turn your back on a person, but, never turn your back on a drug.

Especially when it's waving a razor-sharp hunting knife in your eye.

 

[Watching Dr. Gonzo leave.]

Raoul Duke: There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant

never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.

 

Dr. Gonzo: We've gotta get out of here. I have The Fear.

 

Raoul Duke: Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It

seems like a lifetime, or at least a main era---the kind of peak that never comes again. San

Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant

something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories

can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the

world. Whatever it meant.

 

Raoul Duke: There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the

Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. You could strike sparks anywhere. There

was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.

 

Raoul Duke: And that, I think, was the handle---that sense of inevitable victory over the forces

of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply

prevail. There was no point in fighting---on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we

were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go

up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see

the high-water mark---the place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

 

Raoul Duke: History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being

sure of "history" it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a

whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands

at the time---and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.

 

Raoul Duke: With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind

some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks

from things he'll never know.

 

[at a bizarre circus-themed casino]

Raoul Duke: Bazooko's Circus is what the world would be doing every Saturday night if the

Nazis had won the war.

 

'Uncle' Raoul Duke: Look, there's two women fucking a polar bear!

 

'Uncle' Raoul Duke: If the pigs were gathering in Vegas, I felt the drug culture should be

represented as well. And there was a certain bent appeal in the notion of running a savage burn in

one Las Vegas, and then just wheeling across town and checking into another. Me and a

thousand ranking cops from all over America. Why not? Move confidently into their midst.

 

'Uncle' Raoul Duke: Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?

 

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