Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas 1998 quotes

39 quotes · 4 characters
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Characters
Raoul Duke Johnny Depp · 35 quotes
Dr. Gonzo 6 quotes
Gonzo Benicio del Toro · 6 quotes
Narrator Donald Morrow · 3 quotes

Most scenes together: Gonzo & Raoul Duke (6), Narrator & Raoul Duke (3), Raoul Duke & Dr. Gonzo (2)

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas quotes

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1965. The great San Francisco acid wave. I recall one night in a place called the Matrix. There I was. [does a double take, seeing the real Hunter S. Thompson sitting nearby] Mother of God, there I am! Holy ****! Uh...clearly I was a victim of the drug explosion - a natural street freak, just eating whatever came by.

Car Salesman

Listen. You fellows haven't been drinking? Have you?

No. Not me. We're responsible people. [Drives away with screeching tyres]

Car Salesman

Goddamn it! You got my pen! Goddamn hippies!

Let's cut down to the brass tacks here... How much for the ape?

Ape's Owner

How much you got?

Gonzo

AHH! Medicine, medicine!

Huh? Oh, medicine! Watch out, this man has a bad heart, angina pectoris, but don't worry we have a cure. (cracks open an amyl) Ok, big wiff, big wiff, sunny boy! [Gonzo inhales the amyl] Much better...

Ahh, now for the doctor [he inhales the amyl]... eeeeeeeee... Ahh!
[Pause] Gonzo : What the-? What the **** are we doin out here in the middle of the desert? Somebody call the police, we need help, we need help, we need help [Slams the horn] Ah ha, ah ha, ah haha!

Gonzo

We won't make the nut unless we have unlimited credit.

Jesus Christ, we will, man. You Samoans are all the same. You have no faith in the essential decency of the white man's culture.

Gonzo
[After cocaine blows away in the wind]

Did you see what GOD just did to us man!

God didn't do that, you did! You're a **** narcotics agent, I knew it. That was our cocaine you **** pig, scum [swats at him with fly swatter] Pig, swine, whore!

Gonzo
[Pointing (previously shown to be empty) gun at Duke]

Better be careful. Plenty of vultures out here, they'll pick your bones clean by morning.

You **** whore...

Gonzo
(holding up some acid)

He he heeee, here's your half of the sunshine acid. Eat it.

Yeah, all right sure. How long do I have?

Gonzo

As your attorney I advise you to drive at top speed and it'll be a Goddamn miracle if we get there before you turn into some kind of wild animal. Are you ready for that? Checking into a Las Vegas hotel under a phony name with the intent to commit capital fraud on a head full of acid? I sure hope so...

Hippie

What's the trouble?

Well, all this white stuff on my sleeve is LSD!

The name rang a bell, but I couldn't concentrate. Terrible things were happening all around us. [sees the floor get flooded with blood]

Put on some golf shoes! Otherwise we'll never make it out of this place alive. Impossible to walk in this muck. No footing at all!

We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like:

I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive.

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:
Narrator and Raoul Duke (simultaneously): Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?!

Did you say something?

Hm? Never mind. It's your turn to drive.

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

Gonzo
[driving past a hitch-hiker in the middle of the desert]

Let's give that boy a ride!

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

L. Ron Bumquist
[Duke and Gonzo are covering the DA'S convention on marijuana, with keynote speaker L. Ron Bumquist]

The easiest way to do this is for each of us to try to imagine what is going on inside the possessed mind of a drug addict. [holds up a joint] The dope fiend refers to the butt of a marijuana cigarette as a "roach". He does so because it resembles a cockroach.

Gonzo

What the **** these people are talking about? You gotta be crazy on acid to think a joint looks like a goddamn cockroach.

Bumquist

You will notice that I have distinguished four distinct types of being in the cannabis and marijuana society. They are "cool", "groovy", "hip" and "square". Seldom, if ever, does one aspire to be "square".

Gonzo

This is a **** nightmare, man.

Bumquist

If he can figure out what is "happening", he can rise one notch to become "hip", and if he can convince himself to approve of what is "happening", he can become "groovy". [ominously] Groovy! And then he raise himself to the rank of "cool". He can become one of those... "cool guys".

D.A.

Dr. Bumquist, do you think the anthropologist Margaret Mead's strange behavior of late can be explained by a private marijuana addiction?

Good question!

Bumquist

I'm not really sure I can answer that. But what I can tell you is that if Margaret Mead, at her age, smoked grass...she'd have one hell of a trip! [laughs hysterically; the seated DA's follow suit]

[Duke and Gonzo have just picked up a hitch-hiker]

There's one thing you should probably understand. CAN YOU HEAR ME? GOOD! I want you to have all the background. [gets in the backseat] This is a very ominous assignment - with overtones of extreme personal danger. I'm a Doctor of Journalism, man! This is important, goddamnit! This is a true story!...

Gonzo
[Gonzo panics and swerves the car]

DON'T TOUCH MY **** NECK!

Our vibrations were getting nasty. But why? Was there no communication in this car? Had we deteriorated to the level of dumb beasts?

[Duke puts an arm around the hitch-hiker]

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

Hitchhiker

Hell no.

I didn't think so. Because in spite of his race, this man is extremely valuable to me. Oh shit! I forgot about the beer! You want some?

Hitchhiker

No.

How 'bout some ether?

Hitchhiker

What?

Nevermind. Alright, let's get right to the heart of this thing.

[points skyward]

Oh, you evil bastard! This your work. You better take care of me, Lord, 'cause if you don't you'll have me on your hands!

A drug person can learn to cope with things like seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth, but nobody should be asked to handle this trip. Bazooko's Circus is what the whole hep world would be doing Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. This was the Sixth Reich.