& Dave: It’s always like this when I’m on the sauce. I dosed six hours ago. My count had 5,829 grains of rice on her plate. The rice was grown in Arkansas. The guy who ran the John Deere harvester was nicknamed Cooter. I’m not a genius. I’m not a psychic either. Just side effects, that’s all.
& Dave: Get out your pen, ’cause you’re gonna wanna write this down. My biological mom, she was institutionalized.
Arnie: Must’ve been hard...
Dave: She was a strung-out, crank-addicted cannibal, dabbled in vampirism and necromancy. Blew her welfare check every month on black candles.
Arnie: Really? And I thought my mom was bad Because she wouldn’t let me watch “Space Ghost.”
& John: Oh, and don’t forget... Tomorrow’s the day we kill the president.
Dave: That last part was code for “stop and pick me up some beer on the way.”
& Robert Marley: You gotta ask yourself, man... You gotta be really brave to ask yourself the scary questions.
& Robert Marley: The thunder came right as she hit the detonator at the end of your dream. Your mind started the dream 30 seconds before the thunder. Now how did the mind know that the thunder was coming? Hmm? Because... Time is an ocean... not a garden hose. Space is a puff of smoke, a wisp of cloud. Your mind is a flying corn snake, hovering through all the possibilities.
& Roger North: Things are in motion, Mr. Wong.
& Roger North: Do the bees know that they make the honey for you? Or do their work tirelessly because they think it is their own choice?
& Roger North: Have you ever noticed, when you hear a word for the very first time in your life, you will hear that word again within 24 hours?
& Roger North: Do you ever wonder why sometimes you’ll see a single shoe lying alongside the road?
& Dave: You’re gonna die, Arnie. Someday you will face that moment. And at that moment you will face either complete nonexistence or you will face something even stranger. On an actual day in the future, Arnie, you will be in the unimaginable. It is physically impossible to avoid it. Think about that... Now... without turning your head... look at the box.
Arnie: Ah! Shit!
& Dave: Okay, think. You’re standing on the thin cool crust of a gigantic ball of molten rock hurtling through frozen space. You’re in a situation that could threaten the nature of said existence on said molten ball, depending on which decision you make. But wait. There are a shitload of subatomic particles in the universe, each set into outward motion at the moment of the big bang. Thus whether or not you move your right arm now or nod your head or choose to eat fruity pebbles or corn flakes next Thursday morning was all decided at the moment the universe crashed into existence 17 billion years ago. Thus it is physically impossible for you to deviate...
& John: I’m not gonna stand by while some white fuzz from another dimension invades our world and infects every last man, woman and child. We’re gonna go through that ghost door and clean house.
Dave: What?!
John: I went with the old testament.
Dave: Okay. Why?
John: ’Cause we’re the only ones who can. ’Cause we were chosen... by the soy sauce. Are you in?
& Dr. Marconi: If you get the opportunity, you may detonate it like this. Now the tripper may not kill korrok, but it will sure fuck his shit up. Severely.
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& Dave: Get out your pen, ’cause you’re gonna wanna write this down. My biological mom, she was institutionalized.
Arnie: Must’ve been hard...
Dave: She was a strung-out, crank-addicted cannibal, dabbled in vampirism and necromancy. Blew her welfare check every month on black candles.
Arnie: Really? And I thought my mom was bad Because she wouldn’t let me watch “Space Ghost.”
& John: Oh, and don’t forget... Tomorrow’s the day we kill the president.
Dave: That last part was code for “stop and pick me up some beer on the way.”
& Robert Marley: You gotta ask yourself, man... You gotta be really brave to ask yourself the scary questions.
& Robert Marley: The thunder came right as she hit the detonator at the end of your dream. Your mind started the dream 30 seconds before the thunder. Now how did the mind know that the thunder was coming? Hmm? Because... Time is an ocean... not a garden hose. Space is a puff of smoke, a wisp of cloud. Your mind is a flying corn snake, hovering through all the possibilities.
& Roger North: Things are in motion, Mr. Wong.
& Roger North: Do the bees know that they make the honey for you? Or do their work tirelessly because they think it is their own choice?
& Roger North: Have you ever noticed, when you hear a word for the very first time in your life, you will hear that word again within 24 hours?
& Roger North: Do you ever wonder why sometimes you’ll see a single shoe lying alongside the road?
& Dave: You’re gonna die, Arnie. Someday you will face that moment. And at that moment you will face either complete nonexistence or you will face something even stranger. On an actual day in the future, Arnie, you will be in the unimaginable. It is physically impossible to avoid it. Think about that... Now... without turning your head... look at the box.
Arnie: Ah! Shit!
& Dave: Okay, think. You’re standing on the thin cool crust of a gigantic ball of molten rock hurtling through frozen space. You’re in a situation that could threaten the nature of said existence on said molten ball, depending on which decision you make. But wait. There are a shitload of subatomic particles in the universe, each set into outward motion at the moment of the big bang. Thus whether or not you move your right arm now or nod your head or choose to eat fruity pebbles or corn flakes next Thursday morning was all decided at the moment the universe crashed into existence 17 billion years ago. Thus it is physically impossible for you to deviate...
& John: I’m not gonna stand by while some white fuzz from another dimension invades our world and infects every last man, woman and child. We’re gonna go through that ghost door and clean house.
Dave: What?!
John: I went with the old testament.
Dave: Okay. Why?
John: ’Cause we’re the only ones who can. ’Cause we were chosen... by the soy sauce. Are you in?
& Dr. Marconi: If you get the opportunity, you may detonate it like this. Now the tripper may not kill korrok, but it will sure fuck his shit up. Severely.
--
+ quotes on the IMDb
Σ Not so much in it. But something there is nonetheless.
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