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Sam: [
after Dewey accidentally barges in a room filled with smoke and groupies] Get outta here, Dewey!
Dewey Cox: What are y'all doin' in here?
Sam: We're smoking reefer and you don't want no part of this shit.
Dewey Cox: You're smoking *reefers*?
Sam: Yeah, 'course we are; can't you smell it?
Dewey Cox:
[somberly] No, Sam. I can't.
Girl Groupie: Come on, Dewey! Join the party! [
takes a hit off a joint]
Sam: No, Dewey, you don't want this. Get outta here!
Dewey Cox: You know what, I don't want no hangover. I can't get no hangover.
Sam: It doesn't give you a hangover!
Dewey Cox: Wha-I get addicted to it or something?
Sam: It's not habit-forming!
Dewey Cox: Oh, okay... well, I don't know... I don't want to overdose on it.
Sam: You can't OD on it!
Dewey Cox: It's not gonna make me wanna have sex, is it?
Sam: It makes sex even better!
Dewey Cox: Sounds kind of expensive.
Sam: It's the cheapest drug there is.
Dewey Cox: [at a loss and out of excuses] Hmm.
Sam: You don't want it!
Dewey Cox: I think I kinda want it.
Sam: Okay, but just this once. Come on in.
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Edith: ...completely out of milk, I had to go all the way down to Peach Street.
Dewey: Oh brother, can you believe it? Yes Bert?
Bert: Hey Dewey, do you want a cup of coffee or something?
Dewey: No thank you. Will you give me a minute? I am on the phone with my wife.
Edith: Who’s that?
Dewey: Oh that’s Bert, my roadie. Just wants to know if I want any coffee or anything like that.
Edith: Dewey, there’s a distance growing between us, I feel. I don’t like it.
Dewey: Now that is crazy talk Edith. You know I’m the same old Dewey.
Bert: Hey Dewey.
Dewey: Yes Bert?
Bert: You seen my sandals?
Dewey: I don’t know! I’m talking to my wife Bert.