Georgie: We'll camp in the wilderness, and in the morning we'll breakfast on its haunches!
出自電影《Jesus' Son》 的經典對白。
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Georgie: We'll camp in the wilderness, and in the morning we'll breakfast on its haunches!
Patient at Beverly Home: There is a price to be paid for dreaming.
FH: All this work is messing with my high.
Mira: Doesn't it make you grateful? Because they were... they were people just like us, only unluckier.
Bill: Talk into my bullet hole, tell me I'm fine.
Mary: You got a good face, but you can't sing for shit.
Georgie: We'll camp in the wilderness, and in the morning we'll breakfast on its haunches!
Patient at Beverly Home: There is a price to be paid for dreaming.
FH: All this work is messing with my high.
Mira: Doesn't it make you grateful? Because they were... they were people just like us, only unluckier.
Bill: Talk into my bullet hole, tell me I'm fine.
Mary: You got a good face, but you can't sing for shit.
Georgie: Does everything you touch turn to shit? Does this happen to you every time? FH: No wonder everybody calls me "Fuck-Head." Georgie: It's a name that's going to stick. FH: I realize that. Georgie: "Fuck-Head" is gonna ride you to your grave. FH: I already said so, I agreed with you in advance.
Michelle: Are you high? FH: No...yeah...but I need to talk to you.
FH: There are some people out there who would like to know a thing or two about you. Would you describe yourself for those people? Bill: I don't know...I'm like a fat piece of shit, I guess. FH: He's overweight. Bill: I've been shot twice though. FH: Twice? Bill: Yeah, once by each wife. Total of 3 bullets, making 4 holes, 3 in, 1 out. FH: And you're still alive? Bill: Are you kidding? FH: No. Bill: Well, that is too bad, because it makes you sound awful stupid asking if I'm alive, 'cause obviously I am. FH: Well, maybe I mean alive in a deeper sense. You could be talking, but still not be alive in a deeper sense. Bill: Well, there's no deeper shit than the kind we're in right now, I'll tell you that.
FH: Get out of my house. John Smith: If this is your house, pal, it's no wonder your woman's hitting the road.
