Interstate 60 – Movie Quotes

— The choice is clear. The Orient 620. The American made car, for American made drivers.
— See, that's a lie. Orient engins are made in Japan.
— Guilt Signal. The movie everyone's talking about.
— That's another lie. We're not talking about it.
— We're the United State's Post Office. We care.
— Oh, that's the biggest wopper of all!

— All right... What's the trick?
— Trick?
— Where is the food? Can't all be in your stomach.
— Actually, I don't know. The fact is, I always loved eating. More than anything. Go into a restaurant, want to order everything on the menu. But, I was always frustrated, by the small capacity of my stomach. Well, 17 years ago, I made a wish... And amazingly enough it came true. Now I have, what you might call,
a black hole in my belly. Onely I have to keep eating like this, six or seven times a day. Gets expensive. So, I travel a lot, and take
advantage of guys like you to pay for it.
— That's a good one.
— Excuse me, mister. I've got to know one thing. Do you still love eating?
— No... now it's a drag.

— I'm not doing it. Period.
— So, you just. You are not man enough? You meet a real woman and you turn in to a wuss? Think you want measure up, hmmm?
— Well, you'll never know, will you? Because if I don't do it... I want be number 2000 and whatever. I'll be number One. That one guy. Guy you will remember for the rest of your life. You stay up at night, thinking about me, wondering, Was he the One? The answer is yes. I am the perfect fuck. The one you never had... Perfect on every way...

— So, where you going Laura?
— Me? Oh, I'm going to a... find a perfect fuck.
— Wow, that's an interesting destination.
— Yeah, ever been there?
— Can't say that I have.
— Me either. But so far the trip's been pretty exciting.
— Only, how will you know, when you've gotten there?

I consider myself an artist, too. I see life, as... Art appreciation. You know, some artist can't stand the sight of their work once it's finished. Me, I'm one of my own biggest fans.

— It's a strange coincidence, seeing you here again.
— Only if you believe in coincidence. I prefer inevitability. Every event is inevitable. If it wasn't, it wouldn't happen.

Well. See, all my girlfriends, are always a reaction to the one I had last. Janet was so opinionated about my art, it drove me crazy. So I found Sally, who refuses to be judgemental about it. Meanwhile she's trying to psychoanalyse me. So she is not the one either.

— Black harts, red spades? Come on, that's like cheating.
— Aa, experience has conditioned you, thinking that all harts are red, and all spades are black. Because their shapes are similar. It's easier for your mind to interpret them based on that passed experience. Then open to an idea that they can be different. We see what we expect to see. Not necessarily, what's really there. Children, who have never played cards, always pass this test. Makes you wonder how many other things are right in front of you, sight, sound, smell that you can't expirience, because you've been conditioned not to? If we'll do the test again you will pass. Once you are aware, that their can be black harts and red spades, you'll be able to parse them.

How would you know, what it's like to not have something, you never had?

Now Grant would say, it was inevitable. That at least once in a infinite universe, events would happen that way, and this was that time.

You should always find something to do, that you enjoy.

The truth is, you should always tell your wish. Kinda Karma thing. Put it out there, project it. Then it just might come true.

It's ironick, isn't it? Americans fought a war for freedom... another one to end slavery. What a Salomon choose to do with thair freedom? Become slaves.

— And I'll need you to seal it with the drop of your blood.
— Blood?
— Of course. I'm the DEVIL. Just kidding.

— You set in my car, with your own package. Why didn't you take it?
— Well, you made a deal. What kind of guy would I be if I caused you to... violate your blood oath? And, besides, it's the fact that you lost all your money... and you went to jail... you left to girl... ditched your car... All, to bring this to me? Makes it far more valuable. Now it has... stories to go with it. Well... Don't you want to know what's inside?
— I did before, but... doesn't really matter now... 'cause, whatever it is... won't be as good as the stories.
— Well seing as you understand that. I'll open it.

Gentlemen, just drop your guns. Everyone else, stay seeted. Judge... stick your finger up your nose... <...> I'm glad we understand, who's in charge now. So judge... This whole deal was a lie. Is that right? Keep that finger in your nose!