SLC Punk!

Dad:
I didn't sell out, Son, I bought in. Keep that in mind.

Stevo:
Wait, time out. I just wanted to ask real quick, if I can. You believe in rebellion, freedom and love, right?

Mom:
Absolutely, yes.

Dad:
Rebellion, freedom, love.

Stevo:
You two are divorced. So love failed. Two: Mom, your a New Ager, clinging to every scrap of Eastern religion that may justify why the above said love failed. Three: Dad, you're a slick, corporate, preppy-ass lawyer. I don't really have to say anything else about you do I dad? Four: You move from New York City, the Mecca and hub of the cultural world to Utah! Nowhere! To change nothing! More to perpetuate this cycle of greed, fascism and triviality. Your movement of the people, by and for the people got you... nothing! You just hide behind some lost sense of drugs, sex and rock and roll. Ooooh, Kumbaya! I am the future! I am the future of this great nation which you, father, so arrogantly saved this world for. Look, I have my own agenda. Harvard, out. University of Utah, in. I'm gonna get a 4.0 in damage. I love you guys! Don't get me wrong, it's all about this. But for the first time in my life, I'm 18 and I can say "FUUUUUCK YOU!"

Dad:
Steven, I didn't sell out son. I bought in. Keep that in mind. That kid's gonna make a hell of a lawyer, huh?

Mom:
Yeah, he takes after his father. He's a son of a b*tch.

Dad:
Well f*** you dear.

Stevo:
Do you love her?

Bob:
I don't know. I'd have to think about that.

Stevo:
It's not really a thinking question.

Stevo:
You see life is like that. We change, that's all. You see, the guy I am now is not the guy I was then. If the guy I was then met the guy I am now he'd beat the sh*t out of me. Those are the facts.

Stevo:
To be an anarchist in Salt Lake City was certainly no easy task, especially in 1985. And having no money, no job, no plans for the future, the true anarchist position was in itself a strenuous job.

Stevo:
See, to me, England was nothing more then a big f***ing American state like North Dakota or Canada.

Stevo:
I don't know who started it and I don't give a f***. The one thing I do know is that we did it harder, we did it faster, and we definitely did it with more love, baby. You can't take that away from us.

Stevo:
I like Sandy. Now Sandy has nothing to do with anarchy in general, she's just a beautiful, wonderful, funny, witty, loving, sexy, tough-as-nails, little weird girl, and I absolutely adore her. I like Sandy a lot.

Stevo:
I love you guys, don't get me wrong. But for the first time in my life I'm eighteen and I can say fuuuuck youuu.

Stevo:
There's nothing going on. That's what I saw when I looked out over the city: nothing. How the Mormon settlers looked upon this valley and felt that it was the promised land is beyond me. I don't know, maybe it looked different back then.

Stevo:
The sun never sets on the British Empire... well the sun never sets on my a**hole.

Stevo:
It really makes you think, doesn't it, Bob?

Bob:
Think what?

Stevo:
That chemistry's the WRONG F***ING MAJOR FOR A GUY LIKE YOU. It's the wrong major, Bob.

Bob:
Well you shoud still lay off the acid.

Dad:
That kid's going to make one hell of a lawyer.

Mom:
Yea, he takes after his father... He's a son of a b*tch.

Dad:
...F*** you dear.

Mark:
That's what's wrong with you Americans, you're always looking for pain.

Mike:
Yeah well... it pains me to hear you say that, Mark, it really does.

Stevo:
It's like f***ing Jesus Christ took a sh*t and it landed right here, so you can be happy all you f***ing want.

Heroin Bob:
Well, it's a crazy f***ed up world and we're all just floating along waiting for someone who can walk on water, man.

Stevo:
Posers were people who looked like punks but they did it for fashion. And they were fools, they'd say "anarchy in the UK." What the f***'s that? Anarchy in the UK. What good is that to those of us in Utah, America? It was a Sex Pistols thing. They were British, they were allowed to go on about Anarchy in the UK. You don't live your life by lyrics.

Stevo:
I rest my case on this: In a country of lost souls rebellion comes hard. But in a religiously oppressive city, where half it's population isn't even of that religion, it comes like fire.

Bob:
So, you see any land around here?

Sean:
Nope, just water.

Sean:
I can't get off this chair or I'll drown, wanna know why, Bob? 'Cause I can't swim.

Sean:
Satan is in the house. He killed my mom... and turned her into a bull.

Bob:
You know that sh*t you guys do? You're f***ing yourselves up man. F***ing acid, acid, it never leaves the body. It's in your f***ing spinal cord forever.

Bob:
You're pretty f***ing weird you know that?

Bob:
Chemicals man, they'll f*** you up.

Mike:
So Mark. how you doin' old man?

Mark:
F***! I'm not old motherf***er.

Mike:
Oh no, I just... no, I mean... you're older than anyone else here.

Mark:
It depends on how you look at it. I'm young in my heart! Younger then any of these a**holes over there.

Mark:
Here you go, but be careful, that stuff'll make you stupid.

Stevo:
F*** YOU.

Mark:
Well, stupider than you already are.

Stevo:
Only f***ing posers, die, man.

Mark:
Now you see the problem with water beds is that they have these waves like this,

Mark:
Right? But you see this water bed is special,

Mark:
, you see? It has no waves.

Stevo:
Why didn't you just get a normal bed... that has no waves?

Mark:
But this HAS no waves.

Sean:
You know what Bob? You ARE Jesus!

Heroin Bob:
That's right... Why do you ask?

Sean:
No, you're not Jesus, you're Bob!

Bob:
I'm Bob!

Stevo:
The Fight: What does it mean and where does it come from? An Essay: Homosapien. A man. He is alone in the universe. A punker. Still a man. He is alone in the universe, but he connects. How? They hit each other. No clearer way to evaluate whether or not you're alive. Now. Complications. A reason to fight. Somebody different. Difference creates dispute. Dispute is a reason to fight. Now, to fight is a reason to feel pain. Life is pain. So to fight with reason is to be alive with reason. Final analysis: To fight, a reason to live. Problems and Contradictions: I am an anarchist. I believe that there should be no rules, only chaos. Fighting appears to be chaos. And when we slam in the pit a show it is. But when we fight for a reason, like rednecks, there's a system, we fight for what we stand for, chaos. Fighting is a structure, fighting is to establish power, power is government and government is not anarchy. Government is war and war is fighting. The circle goes like this: our redneck skirmishes are cheap perversions of conventional warfare. War implies extreme government because wars are fought to enforce rules or ideals, even freedom. But other people ideals forced on someone else, even if it is something like freedom, is still a rule; not anarchy. This contradiction was becoming clear to me in the fall of '85. Even as early as my first party, "Why did I love to fight?" I framed it, but still, I don't understand it. It goes against my beliefs as a true anarchist. But there it was. Competition, fighting, capitalism, government, THE SYSTEM. That's what we did. It's what we always did. Rednecks kicked the sh*t out of punks, punks kicked the sh*t out of mods, mods kicked the sh*t out of skinheads, skinheads took out the heavy metal guys, and the heavy metal guys beat the living sh*t out of new wavers and the new wavers did nothing. What was the point? Final summation? None.

Stevo:
What do you do when your foundation falls apart? I don't know. They don't teach you that in school.

Stevo:
Where were we going? I mean, really, what was happening? This life, it was crazy. I felt tired. I mean, halfway through the season, I just felt, inside, I was so tired. And I had this wave of melancholy just like sweep through me.

Sandy:
The world is confused. Not the world itself, just the people in it.