Dr. Gonzo

— I wouldn't dare go to sleep with you wandering around with a head full of acid, wanting to slice me up with that goddamn knife.
— Who said anything about slicing you up, man? I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead.

It's ok, he's just admiring the shape of your skull!

— Oh god... did you eat all this acid?
— That's right. MUSIC!

As your attorney, I advise you to take a hit out of the little brown bottle in my shaving kit.

What the fuck these people are talking about? You gotta be crazy on acid to think a joint looks like a goddamn cockroach.

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.

— I saw these bastards in Easy Rider, but I didn't believe they were real. Not like this, man, not hundreds of them.
— They're actually pretty nice people once you get to know them.
— Know them? I know these people in my goddamn blood.
— Don't say that word around here. You'll get them excited.

— Jesus God Almighty man, where'd you get that big fucker?
— Room Service sent it up, I needed something to cut the limes, man.
— Limes? What limes?
— They didnt have any, they don't grow in the desert.