(edited for TV version) Flip you, melonfarmer!
1) What about our relationship?
2) What?
1) Our relationship!
2) …Fuck that!
1: Awww! Dukie Wookie hurt his widdle hand!
2: Fuck you, Archie! Just for that you’re not in the gang anymore!
1: Credit is a sacred trust, it’s what our free society is founded on. Do you think they give a damn about their bills in Russia? I said, do you think they give a damn about their bills in Russia?
2: They don’t have bills in Russia, it’s all free.
1: All free? My ass! What are you, some kind of commie?
1: I had a lobotomy in the end.
2: Lobotomy? Isn’t that for loonies?
1: Not at all. Friend of mine had one. Designer of the neutron bomb. You ever hear of the neutron bomb? Destroys people – leaves buildings standing. Fits in a suitcase. It’s so small, no one knows it’s there until – BLAMMO! Eyes melt, skin explodes, everybody dead! So immoral, working on the thing can drive you mad. That’s what happened to this friend of mine. So he had a lobotomy. Now he’s well again.
1: John Wayne was a fag.
2: The hell he was!
1: He was, too, you boys. I installed two-way mirrors in his pad in Brentwood, and he come to the door in a dress.
1: Let’s go do some crimes.
2: Yeah! Let’s go get sushi and not pay.
1: The lights are growing dim Otto. I know a life of crime has led me to this sorry fate, and yet, I blame society. Society made me what I am.
2: That’s bullshit. You’re a white suburban punk just like me.
1: Yeah, but it still hurts.
1: What about our relationship?
2: What?
1: Our relationship!
2: Fuck that!
Duke. Debbi. Archie. I’d like you to meet Leila and her weird friend.
Ever been to Utah? Ra-di-a-tion. Yes, indeed. You hear the most outrageous lies about it. Half-baked goggle-box do-gooders telling everybody it’s bad for you. Pernicious nonsense! Everybody could stand a hundred chest X-rays a year. They ought to have them, too. When they canceled the project it almost did me in. One day my mind was full to bursting. The next day – nothing. Swept away. But I’ll show them.
Find one in every car. You’ll see.
God damn dipshit Rodriguez gypsy dildo punks. I’ll get your ass!
Goddamn-dipshit-Rodriguez-gypsy-dildo-punks! I’ll get your ass!
I can’t belive that i actually used to like these guys
I DO want your money, because God wants your money!
I don’t want no commies in my car. No Christians either!
I’m glad I tortured you!
It happens sometimes. People just explode. Natural causes.
It helps if you dress like a detective. Detectives dress kinda square. If you look like a detective people are gonna think you’re packing something.
Kevin: Do Do Do De Do De Do De Do De Do Feeling Do De Da Do De Do De Do Feeling seven-up. I’m feeling seven-up. Feeling seven up. I’m feeling seven up. It’s a crisp refreshing feeling crystal clear and light. America’s drinking seven-up and it sure feels right. Feeling lucky seven.
Otto puts price sticker on Kevin’s glasses.
Otto: Kevin stop singing man.
Kevin: Feeling seven eleven.
Kevin: Hum. I wasn’t singing guy.
Otto: I’m standing right next to you and you’re fucking singing. Cut it out
Look at ’em, ordinary fucking people, I hate ’em.
Look at these people. I’ll bet they all have bad debts.
Not many people got a code to live by anymore.
Okay. Have a nice day, er, night. (to himself) Night, day, doesn’t mean shit.
Only an asshole gets killed over a car!
Put it on a plate, son. You’ll enjoy it more.
Put your seatbelt on, boy. I don’t ride with anybody ‘less they wear their seatbelt. It’s one of my rules.
Say you’re thinking about a plate of shrimp. Suddenly someone says plate, or shrimp, or plate of shrimp. Out of the blue. No use looking for one either. It’s part of the lattice of coincidence that lays on top of everything.
Since time is short and you may lie, I’m going to torture you. But
just remember-it’s nothing personal.
Someone piss on the floor again?
Tense situations, kid. You get into five or six of ’em a day, it don’t mean shit anymore. I mean, I’ve seen men stabbed, didn’t mean shit to me. I’ve seen guns, guns too, they don’t mean shit. But that’s when you gotta watch yourself.
The more you drive, the less intelligent you are.
There’s fuckin’ room to move as a fry cook. I could be manager in two years. King. God.
You don’t want to look in there
You said you had to tell me something. (pause) What did you have to tell me? Otto: Oh. Take off your clothes.
You say our names, we’re going to have to kill all these people, Archie!
You’re a white suburban punk just like me.
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