You know, there’s going to be sex, drugs, rock-n-roll.. chips, dips, chains, whips.. You know, your basic high school orgy type of thing. I mean, uh, I’m not talking candle wax on the nipples, or witchcraft or anything like that, no, no, no. Just a couple of hundred kids running around in their underwear, acting like complete animals.
"I’d like to get an order of peanut butter, umm, uh, cigarettes, Camel Light, uhh, water… No. You know what, forget the water. Just give me a loaf of bread. White bread.. And, umm, do you have Playboy magazine?.. Okay, one of those, and uh, Penthouse? The magazine?.. You have that? Okay uh, one of those, and umm… Hustler?.."
"Don’t let those swill merchants rewrite you."
"Over the years I got to be quite a connoisseur of soap. My personal preference was for Lux, but I found Palmolive had a nice, piquant after-dinner flavor - heady, but with just a touch of mellow smoothness. Life Buoy, on the other hand…"
"You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides, you will play golf, and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, "Do not trust the Pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller."
"It’s October 3rd."