fucking geniaal:
Dr. Gonzo: [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?
Dr. Gonzo: 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?
Dr. Gonzo: Heh heh heh...
Raoul Duke: Get in!
Dr. Gonzo: It's okay. He's just admiring the shape of your skull.
Raoul Duke: Let's get down to brass tacks. How much for the ape?
Dr. Gonzo: You drive. You drive. I think there's something wrong with me.
Raoul Duke: You better take care of me, Lord. If you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.
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: 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: 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.
Raoul Duke: Look, there's two women fucking a polar bear!
Raoul Duke: Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?
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 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!
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