We wanna go somewhere else. We're not threatened by people anymore. All our insecurities have evaporated. We're in the clouds now. We're wide open. We're spacemen orbiting the earth. The world looks beautiful from here, man. We're nympholeptics, desiring for the unobtainable. We risk sanity for moments of temporary enlightenment. So many ideas. So little memory. The last thought killed by anticipation of the next. We embrace an overwhelming feeling of love. We flow in unison. We're together. I wish this was real. We want a universal level of togetherness, where we're comfortable with everyone. We're in rhythm. Part of a movement. A movement to escape. We wave goodbye. Ultimately, we just want to be happy. Heh, yeah, hang on, what the fuck was I just talking about?


[while high] The Emperor... wants to conquer outer space. Yoda... wants to explore inner space.


This could turn Hare Krishna into a Bad Bwoy!


I'm having a monumental case of "Mr. Floppy."


I'm making love to the music man. And believe me, I can go all night.


The weekend has landed. All that exists now is clubs, drugs, pubs and parties. I've got 48 hours off from the world, man. I'm gonna blow steam out my head like a screaming kettle, I'm gonna talk cod shit to strangers all night, I'm gonna lose the plot on the dance floor. The free radicals inside me are freakin', man! Tonight I'm Jip Travolta, I'm Peter Popper, I'm going to never-never land with my chosen family, man. We're gonna get more spaced out than Neil Armstrong ever did, anything could happen tonight, you know? This could be the best night of my life. I've got 73 quid in my back burner - I'm gonna wax the lot, man! The Milky Bars are on me! Yeah!


TV interviewer: Why do you come to these nights?
Lulu: I'd like to answer that one if I may.
Nina: Sure.
Lulu: To get absolutely trashed.

I can voluntarily perform a fanny fart at all times.


Take me to a place where the drugs are free, the clubs have no gravity and every shag guarantees an orgasm!


I'm sexually paranoid.


You're my meal ticket Marty. If you leave it's just me and Barry in a room and I'm trying to explain what the hell it is I do around here.

Michael Clayton

It's a three year contract, with a confidentiality clause. Bulletproof, retroactive. Because, with everything that you know about people at this place, it's a little unnerving when you march in here and ask for 80,000 dollars.

Barry Grissom

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