Beat

Lucien Carr:
They'll probably give me the chair for this, huh?

William S. Burroughs:
Don't be absurd. They don't fry freshman literature students.

Joan Vollmer:
So, do they have ruins down in Guatemala?

William S. Burroughs:
It's all ruins. Or it all will be, given enough time.

Joan Vollmer:
Ah, just like people.

William S. Burroughs:
Yes. But people decay more promptly than Mayan temples.

Joan Vollmer:
And what does your young man make of the Mayans?

William S. Burroughs:
Well I have yet to inquire about his preference in lost civilizations.

Joan Vollmer:
Ah, but he must like ruins.

William S. Burroughs:
[chuckles] Yes. He likes me tolerably enough.

Allen Ginsberg:
So. How are you?

Joan Vollmer:
How am I? I live in a Mexican slum. My husband has run off with another man. And I've been too busy with my children to go down to the pharmacia and refill my dexetrina.

Lucien Carr:
Scratch a bohemian and you get a boy scout, not that I'm a bohemian... or a boy scout, but...

Allen Ginsberg:
I left Bill. Bill was sucking me dry. Bill is a psychic vampire. That's his phrase.

Lee:
If you love your wife so much, why are you here with me?

William S. Burroughs:
Love is not sex.

William S. Burroughs:
Are you leaving me?

Joan Vollmer:
Should I?

William S. Burroughs:
[long pause] As you like.

Allen Ginsberg:
You know as Bill says, you better get comfortable with your space time location.

Lucien Carr:
This is not my space time lcation! This is f***ing nowhere!

Joan Vollmer:
Say Bill, does the Oedipal Complex get reversed for fags?

William S. Burroughs:
[pause] Well, speaking from personal experience, I never wanted to f*** my father.

Joan Vollmer:
[chuckles]

Joan Vollmer:
Didn't you two bone up on your wilderness lore down there in the jungle?

Lee:
The jungle was f***ing ghastly

Joan Vollmer:
Uh, I don't understand, the jungle was ghastly or the f***ing was ghastly... or both?