Naked Lunch

Hank:
See, you can't rewrite, 'cause to rewrite is to deceive and lie, and you betray your own thoughts. To rethink the flow and the rhythm, the tumbling out of the words, is a betrayal, and it's a sin, Martin, it's a sin.

Bill Lee:
Exterminate all rational thought. That is the conclusion I have come to.

Bill Lee:
What do you mean, "it's a literary high"?

Joan Lee:
It's a Kafka high. You feel like a bug.

Bill Lee:
I guess it's about time for our William Tell routine.

Hans:
Mr. Lee is curious about the Frost couple. He would like to meet them.

Kiki:
I think the woman would have sex with you, Mr. Lee. The man, he only likes Interzone boys.

Bill Lee:
I don't want to f*** 'em, I just want to talk to 'em.

Hans:
You know how Americans are, Kiki. They all love to travel, and then they only want to meet other Americans and talk about how hard it is to get a decent hamburger.

Tom Frost:
They say you murdered your wife. Is that true?

Bill Lee:
Who told you that?

Tom Frost:
Word gets around.

Bill Lee:
It wasn't murder. It was an accident.

Tom Frost:
There are no accidents. For example, I've been killing my own wife slowly over a period of years.

Bill Lee:
What?

Tom Frost:
Well, not intentionally. I mean, on the level of conscious intention, it's insane, monstrous.

Bill Lee:
But you do consciously know it. You just said it. We're discussing it.

Tom Frost:
Not consciously. This is all happening telepathically, non-consciously.

Bill Lee:
What do you mean?

Tom Frost:
If you look carefully at my lips, you'll realize that I'm actually saying something else. I'm not actually telling you about the several ways I'm gradually murdering Joan.

Bill Lee:
I understood writing could be dangerous. I didn't realize the danger came from the machinery.

Bill Lee:
America is not a young land. It is old and dirty, evil. Before the settlers, before the Indians, the evil is there, waiting.

Tom Frost:
No American should find himself in a foreign land without a pistol.

Exterminator #2:
Just remember this. All agents defect, and all resisters sell out. That's the sad truth, Bill. And a writer? A writer lives the sad truth like anyone else. The only difference is, he files a report on it.

Doctor Benway:
We get a lot of you folks in the extermination business. You better tell this friend of yours to get off the bug powder, it'll kill him.

Bill Lee:
How do I get him to kick?

Doctor Benway:
Kick?

Bill Lee:
How do I get him off it?

Doctor Benway:
You'll see how elegantly this works. The black will disappear completely. There'll be no smell, no discoloration. It's like an agent, an agent who's come to believe his own cover story. But who's in there, hiding, in a lawful state. Just waiting for a time to hatch out.

Bill Lee:
Did I ever tell you about the guy who taught his a**hole to speak?

Creature Voices:
Say, Bill. Would you rub some of this powder on my lips?

Creature Voices:
Now, repeat after me: "Homosexuality is the best all-round cover an agent ever had."

Tom Frost:
Don't f*** with me, Lee. WHERE'S MY TYPEWRITER?

Border guard:
"What's the purpose of your visit, and what's your profession?"

Weller:
"I am a writer. I intend to write reports abut Annexia for the citizens of the United States."

Border guard:
"Do you have any proof of what you say? How do we know you are really a writer?"

Weller (shows guard a pen):
"I have a writing device."

Border guard:
"That's not good enough. Show us"

Weller:
"Show you?"

Border guard:
"Yes. Show us. Write something."