Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998)
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: Strange memories on this nervous night in Las
Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime,
or at least a main era---the kind of peak that never comes
again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special
time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something.
Maybe not, in the long run, 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 and
the world. Whatever it meant.
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
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.
'Uncle' Raoul Duke: Look, there's two women fucking a polar
'Uncle' Raoul Duke: Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?
'Uncle' 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 S. 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!
Narrator: We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge
of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember
saying something like: Raoul Duke: I feel a bit lightheaded.
Maybe you should drive. Narrator: 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: Raoul Duke: Holy
Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?! Acosta: Did you
say something? Raoul Duke: Hm? Nevermind. It's your turn
to drive. Narrator: No point in mentioning these bats, I
thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.
Narrator: 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
uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... 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 the
trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the
tendency is to push it as far as you can. 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.
Acosta: [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? Acosta: 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?
Acosta: Heh heh heh... Raoul Duke: Get in!
Acosta: It's okay. He's just admiring the shape of your
Narrator: Perhaps, if I explained things, he'd rest easy.
Raoul Duke: Let's get down to brass tacks. How much for
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.