We had 2 bags of grass, 75 pellets of mescaline, 5 sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
— 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.