Aaron Green: Nothing you say makes any sense, I understand that now, you're just a fucking junkie and you're smart so you make your insanity sound, good but its bullshit.
Aldous Snow: Let's get out of this bourgeois shit hole.
Aldous Snow: This is not an appropriate time to say "namaste".
Aldous Snow: How's the weather down there?
Jackie Q: Wet.
Sergio Roma: Shut up. Don't speak.
Jonathan Snow: I'm responsible for your talent, son. I wrote all your songs off the tip of my cock.
Aldous Snow: Yeah, I just don't get how talent can be contained in one's spunk.
Destiny: Wanna sing hairy-oke?
[sending Aaron a text]
Sergio Roma: Aaron! Where the fuck are you? I'm gonna kill you! Smiley face.
Aldous Snow: [urging Aaron to put drugs up his rectum] Come on, mate, we ain't got all day. It's not recreational, it's not meant to be a hobby, just get it up there. Close the door behind ya.
Sergio Roma: If he tells you to stick the drugs in your ass, you stick them in your ass.
Sergio Roma: You tell him that you loved "African Child."
Aldous Snow: When you hear about someone and then you meet them... That's happening now.
Daphne Binks: I'm fuckin' psyched.
Aaron Green: I'm not sucking his dick, that's like 100%.
Aaron Green: Across the mystic desert, is a desert that is mystic.
Aaron Green: Don't be a bitch dude, Let me get my smoke on.
Aaron Green: [Dildo violently rubbed against his face] When's the last time you Purelled that thing?
Sergio Roma: Go get your Destiny.
