This is my happening and it freaks me out!
There's juice freaks, and pill freaks, and then everybody's a freak! What you need is grass or a downer or something.
In a scene like this you get a contact-high!
Come on, man. I doubt if you'd recognize a hippie. I'm a capitalist, baby. I work for my living, not suck off somebody else.
Don't bogart the joint!
You're a groovy boy. I'd like to strap you on sometime.
And you, the infamous Ashley St. Ives, high priestess of carnality, what thou think of our fair minstrels?
You're a moonchild.
And you're a bitch!
Ere this night does wane, you will drink the black sperm of my vengeance!
No baby, no. Not now. Just leave it. That's the trouble with people today. All uptight about tomorrow, hanging on to yesterday. It's no good, no good at all. There's only one time that counts: now; right now. If you don't live for now, why, you might as well just roll over and take the full count.