“Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas” Quotes
“- Raoul Duke: Oh, shit. I forgot about the beer. You want one?
– Hitchhiker: No.
– Raoul Duke: How ’bout some ether?”
“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.”
“I was right in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo, and somebody was giving booze to these goddamn things. Won’t be long now before they tear us to shreds.”
“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 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. Not that we needed all that for…” (CONTINUE READING)
“- Clerk at Flamingo Hotel: Can I call you a cab?
– Police Chief: [screaming] Sure, and I’ll call you a cocksucker!”
“- Parking Attendant: You can’t park your car here.
– Raoul Duke: Why not? Is this not a reasonable place to park?
– Parking Attendant: Reasonable? You’re on a sidewalk! This is the sidewalk!”
“I wouldn’t dare go to sleep with you wandering around with a head full of acid, wanting to slice me up with that goddamn knife.”
“You Samoans are all the same. You have no faith in the essential decency of the white man’s culture.”
“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. 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…” (CONTINUE READING)
“- Raoul Duke: Straight economics, man. This girl is a godsend. Shit, she can make us a grand a day.
– Dr. Gonzo: That’s ugly, man. Stop talking like that.
– Raoul Duke: I figure she can do about four at a time. If we keep her full of acid that’s more like two grand a day. Maybe three.”
“- Raoul Duke: There’s a uh, big machine in the sky, some kind of, I dunno, electric snake, coming straight at us.
– Dr. Gonzo: Shoot it.
– Raoul Duke: Not yet, I want to study its habits.”they both took some drugs
“One of the things you learn from years of dealing with drug people, is that 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.”
“- Raoul Duke: Look, there’s two women fucking a polar bear!
– Dr. Gonzo: Don’t tell me these things. Not now man.”they both took some drugs
“A drug person can learn to cope with things like seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth.”
“Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. A 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.”
“I’m a relatively respectable citizen. Multiple felon perhaps, but certainly not dangerous.”
“San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. 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 in the world. Whatever it meant.”
“- Raoul Duke: Huh! Huh! Huh! Fucking pigs.
– Dr. Gonzo: Did you say something?
– Raoul Duke: Hm? Never mind. It’s your turn to drive.
– Raoul Duke: [narrating] No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.”Raoul Duke has hallucinations caused by the drugs they took
“- Dr. Gonzo: [spills the cocaine] Jesus! You see what God just did to us, man?
– Raoul Duke: God didn’t do that, you did it. You’re a fucking narcotics agent, I knew it! That was our cocaine, you fucking pig swine whore.”
“- Raoul Duke: Oh God… did you eat all this acid?
– Dr. Gonzo: That’s right. Music!”
“A generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old mystic fallacy of the acid culture: the desperate assumption that somebody, or at least some force, was tending the light at the end of the tunnel.”
“- Raoul Duke: Jesus God Almighty man, where’d you get that big fucker?
– Dr. Gonzo: Room Service sent it up, I needed something to cut the limes, man.
– Raoul Duke: Limes? What limes?
– Dr. Gonzo: They didnt have any, they don’t grow in the desert.”
