Jack:
At least you can see.
Trip:
Yeah, well at least you can jack off!
Jack:
Smell is the first sense you have when you're born... and the last sense you have when you die.
Trip:
I saw a trucker. Half a trucker!
Trip:
Duaaagh...
[
falls to his knees, his arm torn away]
Gretchen:
Jesus, Trip!
Gretchen:
Uh, are You ok?
Trip:
[
standing up] My heart's still beating... but a... my arm's gone.
Jack:
You're kidding?
Trip:
I wish.
Jack:
Is he?
[
to Gretchen]
Gretchen:
Not this time!
Cookie:
My parents let me choose my name... when I was three!
Cookie:
[
see numerous pills of Ecstasy] ... Is that 'E'?
Cookie:
[
tripping on ecstasy] ... I just loooove Gretchen's accent... oh, and Jack's the SWEETEST!
Nelson:
You afraid of the dark?
Trip:
No I'm afraid of psycho desert crackheads who hunt small animals with Dahmer's garden tools.
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