Riding the Bullet

Dr. Shustek:
I'm not going to lie to you, son: Your mother's a vegetable. She's f***ed... And so are you.

Alan Parker:
Yeah, there's nothing like a good funeral.

George Staub:
Do you know who I am, Alan?

Alan Parker:
You're a ghost...

George Staub:
BOO!

George Staub:
Nice to meet you, Hector. I'm George. George Staub.

George Staub:
POW! He painted Miss November with his brain.

Alan Parker:
[Alan's inner me] Happy birthday.

Alan Parker:
Yeah. Happy birthday to me.

Jean Parker:
Don't you wanna see me before I die?

Hippie Guy:
What's in Lewiston?

Alan Parker:
I've gotta see my mom in the hospital.

Hippie Guy:
Oh, sh*t. Is she sick?

Alan Parker:
[his inner me; to Alan] No, she hangs out there. Pulls out a few tricks for a couple of bucks. Kind like a hobby.

Alan Parker:
Sh*t, one more life or death seems pretty insignificant in the greater planetary scheme of things.

Jessica Hadley:
Now, who loves you?

Alan Parker:
My mom.

Jessica Hadley:
Who else?

Alan Parker:
Ehm, baby Jesus?

Jessica Hadley:
Funny. Who else?

Alan Parker:
You?

Jessica Hadley:
I guess you've got prove of that, don't you?

[Repeated line]

Alan Parker:
Fun is fun. And done is done.

Mature Alan:
[voice over] Nothing seems to last. But the bullet. The bullet is constant. The bullet is always there. You wait in line, that's all. And when it's your turn to ride the bullet, maybe you ride, maybe you run. Either way it comes to the same thing. Fun is fun. And done is done. Nobody lives forever, but we all shine on.

Hippie Guy:
You know, my mom died in the hospital. Heavy sh*t. She had lung cancer and she weighed like 75 pounds when she died.

Alan Parker:
[inner voice] Thanks for sharing that, a**hole. I feel much better now.

Alan Parker:
My mom's a mother for peace.

Hippie Guy:
Oh that's cool. Hey, were you in the service?

Alan Parker:
No. Student deferment. You?

Hippie Guy:
Oh, f*** no man. They tried to drag my ass to Vietnam, but I ain't going down there man. I'm not going to go get killed, you know, I dig life. Give peace a chance, right?

Hector Passmore:
How do you cut yourself shaving in the f***ing bathtub? That's just f***ing clumsy. Who shaves in a bathtub anyway? Only chicks take baths.

Archie Howard:
Shut up!

Hector Passmore:
Show him the picture. He sold it to the school paper.

Archie Howard:
I got 25 bucks man!

Alan Parker:
Are you going to split it with me? I mean it is my naked ass in the paper.

Archie Howard:
Little Hector Passmore over here passed out as soon as he saw a little blood in the water.

Hector Passmore:
stuttering, is embarrassed: I, I didn't pass out. I just felt a little woozy is all. I'm a pacifist man. I don't dig the sight of spilled blood.