Interstate 60 – Movie Quotes

— The fact is ma'am, here your son's legal age. He wants to stay... He can't be forced to leave. And... He wants to stay. No, they all do. They're addicts.
— But he's just a boy. He didn't know what he was doing.
— Oh, no no. He knew. They all knew, that's why there are all those warnings posted all over town.
— Yeah, but if this drug is so addictive, why is it legal?
— Son... This town had serious drug problem. And all the problems that go along with it. We tried everything. Punishment for dealing, punishment for using. More enforcement, tougher enforcement, jail, hell, public humiliation. But, it all came down to one thing. Some folks... just wanna get high. So... We came up with a radical solution... Euphoria. Synthetic drug. Potent, legal, and totally addictive, and we warn everyone, not to use it. But like I said, some folks just wanna get high. One hit of this, and you are hooked. And we own them. Camp controls the supplies so of course we can set the prize, and we made it very affordable. Live in our camps, eat our food, and... you know, just do a couple of off jobs, pick up spome trash, mow the lawn, clean some toilets, and you get your Euphoria. And at night, man... party till you drop. The thrall is so intense, that everybody pays the price. It's an incredible achievement, really. Drug so powerful that it sublimates the sex drive.
— Are you saying Philip's going to be cleaning toilettes for the rest of his life? With no sex drive? He'll never marry. I'll never have grandchildren?

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.

— Hey, Bob Cody. I don't drive. And I don't like to hitch-hike. When hitch-hike, I'm at the marcy of the driver. But when I pay for the ride, I'm the employer, and I call the shots. That's how I like it. So... you wonna work for me?
— Well, I'm going to Danver. I wouldn't mind making some money.
— Good. I'm going to Renburg. It's on your way. Here's mine proposition. You pay for gas, pay for your meals. No alcohol while you're on pay role. I pick radio stations, I initiate all conversations. I'll pay you ten dolars casch every hour. And the mileage money, when we get to Renburg. In all other matters... You play straight with me, I'll play straight with you. So, we have a contract?
— We have a contract.
— So, who is my new employee?
— Neal Oliver.
— Mr. Oliver, you may call me «Mr. Cody». Or «sir».
— You got it sir.

— Yeah, can I take your order?
— 15 double-cheeseburgers, please.
— 15 double-cheese to go?
— Oh, not to go. I'll eat them here.
— You're going to eat 15 double-cheeseburgers, all by your self?
— Yeah. Why, they are real big? You think 15 to many?
— Way to many.
— All right. Twelve then. Even dozen.
— Look, are you drunk or something, mister?
— Well I don't know. Can you get drunk on six beer?
— Hay fella. I've got a hundred says that you can't eat six double-cheese, as much less twelve.
— So, what you're saying is, they're really big cheeseburgers?
— My hundred says you can't eat six double-cheese.
— Well, I'm kinda hungry. Maybe you're right. Twelve is too many burgers. I'll tell you what? Make it two double-cheese, three orders of fried chicken, one BLT, two ham & Swiss on rye, chicken fried steak, Turkey club, and two bolls chilli extra onions. And one piece of each of those pies.
— One piece of each of these pies? Anything else?
— Three order onion rings. That's much more sensible lunch, than twelve double-cheeseburgers. Oh, and hold the pickles.
— 100 bucks. If you can finish all that food, in one hour. Without getting up from that counter, and without losing your lunch.
— I'm not much of a betting man.
— Two to One odds then... No, no, I'll give you Three to One. That's 300 to mine... against 100 to yours.
— Well, what the Hell. It's only money.
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— Sir, you want to drink anything with that? There's your order.
— All right. It's 13:10. On your mark... Get set...
— Wait. Ketchup, please.

— Who are you mister?
— The O. W stands for One Wish. That's what I do. I grant wishes. One to a customer. Your was more interesting, then most. Open ended. Signifies thought instead of greed. That's what I get most of the time. Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme this, gimme that... Usually money, or sex, or easy living. How I deliver. Yeah, that depends on what mood I'm in.
— Eight Ball, is this guy bull-shitting me?
Magic 8 ball: — That's for you to decide.

— Oh, I forgot to give you, your birthday present. Remember your wish?
— An answer!
— Yeah.
— That's great.
— Yeah, gets greater. Go on, go ahead. Try it. «Yes» or «No» questions.
— OK, hmmm... Eight ball, is there an Interstate 60?
Magic 8 ball: — There is for you, Neal. Turn right at the stop sign.
— I told you, it'd get greater.

— 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.

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

— 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.

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

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

I guess tonight's everybody's fool-of-shit night. Guy with a red bow tie and a monkey pipe, who grants wishes...

Now, midgets are notorious.

But I do know, that just because you enjoy doing something, doesn't necessarily mean that you should make it your career.

— Say... you have a birthday coming up, don't you?
— How'd you know that?
— Don't forget to make a wish.