Liberalism itself has failed, and for a pretty good reason. It has been too often compromised by the people who represented it.
too much alcohol hampers people's ability to parent. That's why I've chosen to remain childless.
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.
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.
Raoul Duke: [after Gonzo asks to be electrocuted] That'll blast you right through the wall. You'll be stone dead in ten seconds. Shit, they'll make me explain things!
Raoul Duke: [hallucinating being attacked by lizards] Jesus God almighty, look at that bunch over there man! They've spotted us! Dr. Gonzo: That's the press table, man.
Raoul Duke: Yeah, I know. I'm guilty. I understand that. I knew it was a crime, and I did it anyways. Shit, why argue? I'm a fucking criminal, look at me.
Dr. Gonzo: [trying to escape the rotating bar] When's the thing going to stop? Raoul Duke: Stop? Dr. Gonzo: Stop it! Raoul Duke: It's not ever going to stop, man!
Raoul Duke: Eat some reds and try to calm down. Smoke some grass, shoot some fucking smack! Shit man, do whatever you gotta do.
This place is like the Army: the shark ethic prevails--eat the wounded. In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.
Raoul Duke: A drug person can learn to cope with things like seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth. But no one should be asked to handle this trip.
Dr. Gonzo: As your attorney, I advise you to take a hit out of the little brown bottle in my shaving kit. You won't need much, just a tiny taste.
Raoul Duke: There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.
Raoul Duke: [Beginning to narrate the "Jefferson Airplane" hallucination] There I was... [Seeing the actual Hunter S. Thompson sitting in the scene] Raoul Duke: Mother of God, there I am! Holy fuck...
Raoul Duke: Those of us that had been up all night were in no mood for coffee and donuts, we wanted strong drink. We were, after all, the absolute cream of the national sporting press.
