you know, your bobby dangler, giggle stick, your general-two-colonels, master of ceremonies... yeah, don't be shy, let's have a look. we are very much alike, you and i, i and you... us. your were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off. giddy-up... no, no this way... good horsey. forget about it" is, like, if you agree with someone, you know, like "raquel welch is one great piece of ass. forget about it!" but then, if you disagree, like "a lincoln is better than a cadillac? forget about it!" you know? but then, it's also like if something's the greatest thing in the world, like, "minghia! those peppers! forget about it!" what? no. we can't stop here. this is bat country. do you like my meadow? try some of my grass! please have a blade, please do, it's so delectable and so darn good looking! at this point, i'd set you up with a chimpanzee if it'd brought you back to the world! jasper: your baby is the miracle the whole world has been waiting for. pull my finger! you know, your bobby dangler, giggle stick, your general-two-colonels, master of ceremonies... yeah, don't be shy, let's have a look. when i get back, remind to tell you about the time i took 100 nuns to nairobi!

holy jesus. what are these goddamn animals? you're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off! me? i'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. honestly. it's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid. me? i'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. honestly. it's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid. pull my finger! well, then, i confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out. forget about it" is, like, if you agree with someone, you know, like "raquel welch is one great piece of ass. forget about it!" but then, if you disagree, like "a lincoln is better than a cadillac? forget about it!" you know? but then, it's also like if something's the greatest thing in the world, like, "minghia! those peppers! forget about it!" 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 no one should be asked to handle this trip. well, then, i confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out. you're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off! when i get back, remind to tell you about the time i took 100 nuns to nairobi! giddy-up... no, no this way... good horsey.

what? no. we can't stop here. this is bat country. we're not sheep! 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 no one should be asked to handle this trip. we're not sheep! your were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off. at this point, i'd set you up with a chimpanzee if it'd brought you back to the world! you are as precious to me as you were to your own mother and father. i swore to them that i would protect you, and i haven't. i took a viagra, got stuck in me throat, i've had a stiff neck for hours. yes, i used a machine gun. do you like my meadow? try some of my grass! please have a blade, please do, it's so delectable and so darn good looking! yes, i used a machine gun. jasper: your baby is the miracle the whole world has been waiting for.

you wouldn't hit a man with no trousers on, would you? my lord! you're a tripod. my lord! you're a tripod. we are very much alike, you and i, i and you... us. i took a viagra, got stuck in me throat, i've had a stiff neck for hours. i want to shoot the pigeons... off my roof. you are as precious to me as you were to your own mother and father. i swore to them that i would protect you, and i haven't. holy jesus. what are these goddamn animals? you wouldn't hit a man with no trousers on, would you? i want to shoot the pigeons... off my roof. 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... it's not the size mate, it's how you use it.