Yeah, well, listen. You ought to ditch the two geeks you're in the car with now and get in with us. But that's alright, we'll worry about that later. I will see you there. All right?
That's what I love about these high school girls, man. I get older and they stay the same age.
I love them redheads!
Man, it's the same bullshit they tried to pull in my day. If it ain't that piece of paper, there's some other choice they're gonna try and make for you. You gotta do what Randall Pink Floyd wants to do, man. Let me tell you this, the older you do get the more rules they're gonna try to get you to follow. You just gotta keep livin' man, L-I-V-I-N.
Party at the Moon Tower.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, watch the leather man.
Marijuana on one. Reefer on two.
You know what, coach. I gotta get going. Me and my "loser" friends, you know, we gotta get Aerosmith tickets. Top priority of the summer. Oh. And coach uh..I forgot. I might play ball [tosses football papers at Coach Conrad] but I will never sign that.
I'm letting you have shotgun. But I want you to know it's because only 'cuz I'm goin' inside.
George Washington was in a cult, and the cult was into aliens, man.
Behind every good man there is a woman, and that woman was Martha Washington, man, and everyday George would come home, she would have a big fat bowl waiting for him, man, when he come in the door, man, she was a hip, hip, hip lady, man.
Didja ever look at a dollar bill, man? There's some spooky shit goin' on there. And it's green too.
I know you..we had geography together, remember?
Hey, Coach Conrad! Remember me? Second period? Gym class?
Hey, man. It's quality, not quantity, alright man?
I never get "shotgun".
Vicki. Come on, let's skip out and go get naked. Come on let's go.
You know that Julie chick? Loves you. You want her? Gotta play it cool, you know. You can't let her know how much you like her 'cause if she knows, she'll dump you like that. Believe me. Like, if she asks you if you want a ride, you say, "No, I've got my own ride, but maybe I'll see you later." Sounds stupid, doesn't it? It works.
I'm just trying to be honest about being a misanthrope.
It's seems what everybody in this car needs is some good ol' worthwhile visceral experience.
I feel like I'm being stalked by a Nazi.
I got some pretty good hits in there, right? I mean, you wouldn't say I got my ass
Okay guys, one more thing, this summer when you're being inundated with all this American bicentennial Fourth Of July brouhaha, don't forget what you're celebrating, and that's the fact that a bunch of slave-owning, aristocratic, white males didn't want to pay their taxes.
I'd like to quit thinking of the present, like right now, as some minor, insignificant preamble to somethin' else.