Beyond the Valley of the Dolls

Kelly:
When does ANY party start? When you get there!

Ronnie (Z-Man) Barzell:
This is my happening and it freaks me out!

Casey Anderson:
There's juice freaks, and pill freaks, and then everybody's a freak! What you need is grass or a downer or something

Kelly MacNamara:
In a scene like this you get a contact-high!

Petronella Danforth:
Don't bogart the joint!

Ashley St. Ives:
You're a groovy boy. I'd like to strap you on sometime.

Kelly MacNamara:
Come on, man. I doubt if you'd recognize a hippie. I'm a capitalist, baby. I work for my living, not suck off somebody else.

Ronnie (Z-Man) Barzell:
You will drink the black sperm of my vengence.

Petronella Danforth:
C'mon, Casey. The principal's supposed to hit me with a coupla caps of acid.

Susan Lake:
I guess liquor's considered pretty square.

Petronella Danforth:
Same as grass. Depends on how you use it.

Harris Allsworth:
I want it, I need it, I love it when a beautiful woman licks between my toes.

Ronnie (Z-Man) Barzell:
Leave? No! You have not yet graced our gathering with a song. Come, my dear, I must present you to the faithful. Now!

Ronnie (Z-Man) Barzell:
And you, the infamous Ashley St. Ives, high priestess of carnality, what thou think of our fair minstrels?

Ronnie (Z-Man) Barzell:
Glad to see my audience in such happy dalliance. Pray, let them joust in peace!

Harris Allsworth:
She was living in a room with 3 other individuals... one of them was a male, and the other two, well the other two were females. God only knows what they were up to in there, and further more Susan, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised to learn that all 4 of them habitually smoked Marajuana ciggarettes... REEFERS.

Ronnie Barzell:
Pray, let them joust in heat.

Partygoer 1:
You're a moonchild.

Partygoer 2:
And you're a b*tch!

Z-Man:
Ere this night does wane, you will drink the black sperm of my vengeance!

Randy:
No baby, no. Not now. Just leave it. That's the trouble with people today. All uptight about tomorrow, hanging on to yesterday. It's no good, no good at all. There's only one time that counts - now, right now. If you don't live for now, why, you might as well just roll over and take the full count.

Lance Rocke:
The chick's been sleepin' with me, you got it?

Ronnie Barzell:
Knowing you, I'm sure she has. Have you run an audit on her books yet? Or are you still... screwing on faith?

Porter Hall:
Now as your legal advisor, I wish you'd let me handle this in my own discreet way.

Susan Lake:
I've already seen a display of your discretion. It's reminiscent of a meat axe!

Ashley St. Ives:
Like Sigmund Freud said, take away the guilt and who'd ever wanna get laid?

Harris Allsworth:
Then why don't ya lay Sigmund Freud?

Ronnie Barzell:
[showing Kelly around the party] Observe in yon quiet corner: an island of tranquility in a sea of revelry. The languid Roxanne finds beauty, that delicate pinch of feminine spice, with which she oftens flavors her interludes. Ah, look there, Lance Rocke! Greek god and part-time actor. See how well he performs? His is a special talent. The golden hair, the bedroom eyes, the firm young body. These are the tools with which he plies his trade. All are available for a price...

Ronnie Barzell:
For I am Superwoman, and you have spurned her!

Ashley St. Ives:
Step into my web said the spider, etcetera.