Do you read the bible, Brett? Well there's this passage I got memorized, sort of fits the occasion.
Yah! You've got to ask yourself one question. Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?
Fatty, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns.
You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall -- you need me on that wall.
Shut up! I won't have a yellow bastard sitting here *crying* in front of these brave men who have been wounded in battle!
You may get shot, and you may get killed, but you're going up to the fighting. Either that, or I'm going to stand you up in front of a firing squad. I ought to shoot you myself, you god-damned... bastard!
I'd show you but I'm too old; I'm too tired; I'm too fucking blind. If I were the man I was five years ago I'd take a flame-thrower to this place!
Fuck, fuck, fuck,
Mother motherfuck
Mother motherfuck fuck
Motherfuck motherfuck
Noise, noise, noise
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
Noise, noise noise
Shmokin'Weed shmoking wizz
Doin' coke, drinkin' beers
Drinkin' beers, beers, beers
Rollin' fatties, smokin' blunts
Who smokes the blunts?
We smoke the blunts!
Dave's not here.
No, man, I'm Dave, man.
Hey, c'mon, man.
Who is it?
It's Dave, man, will you open up? I got the stuff with me.
Who?
Dave, man, open up.
Dave?
Ya, Dave.
Dave's not here.
No, man, I am Dave, man, will you?
C'mon, open up the door, will you?
I got the stuff with me, I think the cops saw me.
Who is it?
Oh, what the hell is it c'mon open up the door, it's Dave.
Who?
Dave, D A V E, will you open up the goddamn door.
Dave?
Ya, Dave...
Dave?
You went out six hours ago to buy a money counter and you come back with a semi-conscious Gloria and a bag of fertilizer. Alarm bells are ringing, Willie.
We need fertilizer Winston.
Mmmhmm. We also need a money counter. This money's got to be out by Thursday, I'm buggered if I'm gonna count it. Just make sure if you do need to buy sodding fertilizer you could be a bit more subtle.
We grow copious amounts of ganja, yah? And you're carrying a wasted girl and a bag of fertilizer. You don't look like your average horti-fucking- culturalist! That's what I mean Willie.