Interstate 60 – Movie Quotes

And as far as knowing what's gonna happen. Well... on this highway, the past, the present, the future, the «What if some maybe's, the roads not taken», could all converge, get jumble up. I just happen to be tuned into it. That's all.

— Yo bitch! I want back my fuckin' cloths, you cocksucker's confiscated. I shouldn't be fuckin' wearin' this, I'm on leash no more. Hey, handsome... What you looking at me like that for?
— I just didn't expect you to talk that way.
— What, something wrong with the way I fuckin' talk?
— No, no, no, no, no, no. I mean, YES. Yes. You make Mike Tyson sound like an Oxford graduate.

And it's as good an explanation for all of this as anything else. Now, a lot of stories start in bars, so that's where we're going to start this one. Not because I was there — I wasn't. But because it's a damn good introduction to a very unique... fellow.

I worked graveyard shift at a grocery warehouse, filling orders for the trucks to take to the various stores in the morning. I liked it for three reasons: I'd gotten the job on my own, it paid enough that I did not have to ask the old man for cash, and it annoyed Daniel that his son was even working at such a low class job.

Now, midgets are notorious.

It's just easy if I role with it. And maybe someone will steal it.

— You've got school?!
— Fuck school. I've got Euphoria!

No rules, no boundaries.

Get off on... Interstate 60.

The first time, wasn't that great. I'm thinking: This is it? This is what all these songs are written about? I mean, talk about hype. Second time was a little bit better. Third time, now that was a hot time. Forth time, not as good as the third time. But once I've done it enough to have all these expiriences to compare, just drove me nuts.

Oh, and Dad, that thing? It's crap. You got ripped off. [pointing at a painting on a wall] And it's upside down.

— I could sue you for that. You just made a defamatory remark about this town. Hey, are you looking at my legs? I could sue you for that too, sexual harassment.
— Is there anything you can't sue me for?
— Hire me. That way, everything between us is subject to attorney-client privilege. I'm $75 an hour. First hour is free.
— Well, at least you know my case. All right, you're hired.

— Okay, so if everyone who lives here is a lawyer, how do you live? I mean, who runs the grocery store? Who does your dry-cleaning? Who fixes the shitter when it breaks?
— Well, we all moonlight on the law-related jobs. You know, police, bailiffs, court reporters. But those other, trivial things you mentioned? They're done by people like you awaiting trial. It's the only way they can afford their legal fees.

— I wished for... an answer.
— An answer, OK an answer to what?
— An answer to my life.

— So, what if I'm dead? What if I'm dead, right now. There is no reason, why shouldn't drive on oncoming traffic, right?
— OK, go ahead. Try it. But that's way you accelerated in way of the big semi, coming at us, which should be in about 25 seconds, I figure. Come to this. Now, if you are dead... Then, this is the after life, and you made a deal with a guy, sealed in blood, who knew everything about you, even what you are going to say, before you said it. Now who do you think, that guy might be? And... do you think it is a good idea to piss him of? Oh, I love this highway.

— Look, we've been over this. There is no Intestate 60. There's US 60. But there is no Interstate 60.
— Look... there's got to be.
— Well look at here. Here is 70. The next major route south is 40. So if there was an I 60, it would have to be some where between 70 and 40. But, as you can see, it's not there. It simply doesn't exist.