Raoul Duke: The telegram is actually all scrambled. It's actually *from* Thompson, not to him. Now I've got to go. I've gotta get to the race.
Clerk at Mint Hotel: But there's no hurry, the race is over.
Raoul Duke: Not for me.
Clerk at Mint Hotel: [calling after him as he drives away] Let's have lunch!
Raoul Duke: Righty-o man, righty-o!
Lacerda: Too bad you guys missed the bikes checking in, oh MAN what a sight! Husquavarnas, Yamahas, DMZs...
[Duke watching war footage on acid sees Lacerda turn into a Vietnam commando]
Lacerda: Kawasakis! Maicos! Pursangs! Swedish Fireballs!
[Returns to normal]
Lacerda: ...a couple of Triumphs here and there, a CZ, all
very, very fast. *Very*.
[chuckles]
Lacerda: What a race it's gonna be...
[laughs nervously while Duke and Gonzo just stare at him]
Lacerda: I'm gonna let myself out...
Raoul Duke: You people just don't understand! This car is property of the World Bank, that money goes to Italy!
[hallucinating, Raoul Duke sees President Nixon's face flying out of the television at him repeatedly]
Richard Nixon: Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice...
Dr. Gonzo: Music, man. Put that tape on.
Raoul Duke: What tape?
Dr. Gonzo: Jefferson Airplane, "White Rabbit". I need a rising sound.
Raoul Duke: You're doomed. I'm leaving here in two hours and then they're going to come up here and beat the mortal shit out of you with big saps. Right there in that fucking
tub.
Dr. Gonzo: [Splashes and screams]
Raoul Duke: Alright, I'll do it. But do me one last favor, will you. Can you give me two hours? That's all I ask man, just two hours to sleep before tomorrow. I suspect it's going to be a very difficult day.
Raoul Duke: Who are these people? These faces? Where did they come from? They look like caricatures of used car dealers from Dallas, and sweet Jesus, there are a hell of a lot of them at 4:30 on a Sunday morning. Still humping the American dream.
Raoul Duke: But our trip was different. It was to be a classic affirmation of everything right and true in the national character. A gross physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country. But only for those with true grit.
[to hitchhiker]
Raoul Duke: And we are chock full of that, man.
Dr. Gonzo: Damn
right!
Dr. Gonzo: He got a hold of my woman, man!
Raoul Duke: You mean that blonde groupie with the film crew? Shit. Think he sodomized her?
[chuckles]
Dr. Gonzo: That's right, laugh about it.
Raoul Duke: He's gluing her eyes shut right now, man.
Dr. Gonzo: You goddamn honkies are all
the same... goddamn honkies are all the same!