Reeker

Jack:
At least you can see.

Trip:
Yeah, well at least you can jack off!

Jack:
Smell is the first sense you have when you're born... and the last sense you have when you die.

Trip:
I saw a trucker. Half a trucker!

Trip:
Duaaagh... [falls to his knees, his arm torn away]

Gretchen:
Jesus, Trip!

Gretchen:
Uh, are You ok?

Trip:
[standing up] My heart's still beating... but a... my arm's gone.

Jack:
You're kidding?

Trip:
I wish.

Jack:
Is he? [to Gretchen]

Gretchen:
Not this time!

Cookie:
My parents let me choose my name... when I was three!

Cookie:
[see numerous pills of Ecstasy]... Is that 'E'?

Cookie:
[tripping on ecstasy]... I just loooove Gretchen's accent... oh, and Jack's the SWEETEST!

Nelson:
You afraid of the dark?

Trip:
No I'm afraid of psycho desert crackheads who hunt small animals with Dahmer's garden tools.