Borderland2007

Henry:
[in a fake preaching voice] Imagine a land, if you will, where a man can be a man. A land where he can indulge in all those animal urges, far from the petty judgments of parents and teachers and less-enlightened peers. A land where he can ride the demon!

Phil:
Yeah!

Henry:
Behave bad!

Phil:
Bad!

Henry:
Whatever he goddamn well pleases,and no one gives a sh*t, including the cops.

Phil:
Tell it, Brother Henry!

Henry:
I'm talking real freedom, my friend!

Phil:
Real freedom!

Henry:
Not this overregulated bullshit that passes for liberty in our country.

Phil:
Hell, no!

Phil:
!Vamonos a la frontera! [Let's go to the border!] Arriba Mexico!

Henry:
We leave right now, we hit Manzanita right about the time the strip joints open.

Phil:
I'm gonna get laid.

Henry:
You're kidding? I finally convinced our upstanding minister's son to get his cherry popped.

Phil:
Pop!

Ed:
Let's pray he doesn't contract an STD.

Henry:
Worrywart.

Ed:
[opens his wallet and hands Phil some condoms] Fellas, say hello to the senoritas for me.

Henry:
Come on. man. You're not gonna hang around here. All right? All the poonsies are hooked up or singing "Kumbaya" with the art fags.

Ed:
Any other time. I'm there, all right? I just have a lot on my mind.

Henry:
You want a Zoloft, man? I think I got one.

Ed:
I just wanna chill.

Henry:
Chill when you're dead, man. As your "personal physician", I insist you put that big brain of yours to rest and go a little nuts, okay, for once.