Raoul Duke: Our vibrations were getting nasty. But why? Was there no communication in this car? Had we deteriorated to the level of dumb beasts?
Raoul Duke: [passing the real Hunter S. Thompson as an extra at the Jefferson Airplane party] There I was... Mother of God, there I am!
Dr. Gonzo: Okay, Lucy, its time to go meet Barbara. Raoul Duke: [voiceover] I felt like a Nazi but it had to be done.
Alice the Maid: I don't know anything about no dope! Dr. Gonzo: Come on lady, don't try and tell us you've never heard of the Grange Gorman.
Raoul Duke: You better take care of me, Lord. If you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.
Police Chief's Wife: You are so... Raoul Duke: I know. It's hideous. You're doing fine though. You're doing well.
Ben Sanderson: I don't know if I started drinking 'cause my wife left me or my wife left me 'cause I started drinking, but fuck it anyway.
Sera: That's nice talk, Ben - keep drinking. Between the 101-proof breath and the occasional bits of drool, some interesting words come out.
Ben Sanderson: I came here to drink myself to death. Sera: How long will it take you? Ben Sanderson: I'd say about three to four weeks.
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda .... You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, t...
Dr. Gonzo: As your attorney, I advise you to drive at top speed, it'll be a god damn miracle if we can get there before you turn into a wild animal. Raoul Duke: [waving a flyswatter behind Gonzo's head] Pig fucker, pig fucker, pig fucker, pig fucker,...
Dr. Gonzo: The truth. Raoul Duke: Truth? Dr. Gonzo: We're going to Vegas... to croak a scag baron named Savage Henry. Raoul Duke: It's true. Dr. Gonzo: Why, because I've known him for years, but he ripped us off. Raoul Duke: And you know what that me...
Raoul Duke: Order us some golf shoes, otherwise we'll never get out of this place alive. Impossible to walk in this muck. No footing at all.
[at a bizarre circus-themed casino] Raoul Duke: Bazooko's Circus is what the whole hep world would be doing Saturday nights if the Nazis had won the war. This was the Sixth Reich.
Raoul Duke: You scurvy shiester bastard. I'm a doctor of journalism man! Get in there and clean your shorts! Clean your shorts goddammit like a big boy!
Raoul Duke: I was right in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo, and somebody was giving booze to these goddamn things. Won't be long now before they tear us to shreds.
Wine Colored Tuxedo: I said there are no seats left sir, at any price. Dr. Gonzo: Fuck seats! We're friends of Debbie's. I used to romp with her.
Raoul Duke: [commenting on the song "One Toke Over the Line" playing on the radio] One toke? You poor fool! Wait till you see those goddamn bats.
Raoul Duke: Jesus, bad waves of paranoia, madness, fear and loathing - intolerable vibrations in this place. Get out. The weasels were closing in. I could smell the ugly brutes.
Parking Attendant: You can't park your car here. Raoul Duke: Why not? Is this not a reasonable place to park? Parking Attendant: Reasonable? You're on a sidewalk! This is the sidewalk!
Raoul Duke: The store was closed, but the salesman said he could wait if we hurry. But we were delayed en route when a stingray in front of us killed a pedestrian.
