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"Narrator: What happens when the world is yours and then you lose it?"

"You fucking blind, man? Coño!"

"Alejandro Sosa: Your friend, Manny, cannot help you, Montana!"

"OK, how about stupid fuck? How do you like that? [laughs] Just kidding, Manny. The world is yours, chico, and everything in it. So say goodnight to the bad guy."

"OK, Sosa. You wanna play games? OK, I play with you. You wanna play rough?! Say hello to my little friend!"

"You want a job, man?"

"You see, I knew there wasn't a shortage of platters."

"Alejandro Sosa: This is how I do business."

"Edgar Diaz: Holy shit!"

"Nacho Contreras: What the fuck is this? Montana?! You're supposed to be dead! Sosa fucking killed you! Get that fucking Cuban piece of shit out of my boat!"

"Gotta talk to Sheffield. Set things straight and find out what he knows."

"Wanna play with me?"

"Fucking prick. You fuck with me, you die, OK?"

"Look at this bullshit. Who deserves to be on TV? Me! That's who. Who should be on every fucking magazine covers? Me! Fan mail? Me!"

"Shit! Oh, shit, Manny. I need you, hermano. You asshole, Antonio! You're an asshole, you know why? You don't listen, pendejo, not even to yourself. You fucked up, you fucked up good, because you caused this... this everything. What happened? What the fuck happened? Oh, Antonio, man, why didn't you fucking listen? Hey, Sosa, you think you can take me?! No one! No one takes Tony Montana down but me! You hear me, Sosa, you cocksucker?! No one but me! You did me a favor, you shit. Got rid of my baggage, made me lean like before. OK, what you gotta do to make it right, to get everything back? Sosa! That prick gotta die! I'm going to bring a war against that fuck! Anyone who try to work for him, fuck them all!"

"OK, you like that? Come on! Die, motherfucker! You fuck with me, you're fucking with the best! Have a nice trip, Sosa. You stupid fuck!"

"Is this it? Is this what it's all about? Killing, driving, dealing, swearing? Then what? You're fifty. You got a bag for a belly. You got tits, you need a bra; they got hair on 'em. You got a liver, it's got spots on it, and you're looking like these rich fucking mummies."

"Cheech (as Buzz Wired): Hi, this is Buzz Wired from DORK Radio, and you have just won BAM!!!! Bummin' Around Money!"

"Chong: Good evening, and welcome to... Cheech: White World Of Sports! Chong: Brought to you by... Cheech: Budweiser! Chong: Breakfast of Champions. Cheech: Remember, when you're out of Bud... Both: Tough Schlitz."

"Street guy: Well, tell you what, brother, how ‘bout a watch, man? I know y’all ain’t got a watch, cause if ya had a watch, you know it be night time and night time ain’t no time to be in this here neigborhood, man. So, how ‘bout a watch? Hey, hippie, how ‘bout you? You want a watch? Chong: Ah oh, no thank you, man. I’m not into time."

"Chong:Hey, which one of you is the DJ? Cheech (as Wink Dinkerson): Uh, that's me, Wink Dinkerson, from KRUTE Radio. Chong: Aw, far out, Dink."

"Cheech: [sings] Mexican Americans don't like to just get into gang fights, they like flowers and music and white girls named Debbie too. Mexican Americans are named Chata and Chella and Chemma and have a son in law named Jeff. Mexican Americans don't like to get up early in the morning but they have to so they do it real slow. Mexican Americans love education so they go to night school and take Spanish and get a B. Mexican Americans love their nanas and their nonos and their ninas and their ninos, nanoo nanoo nina nonoo! Mexican Americans don't like to go to the movies where the dude has to wear contact lenses to make his blue eyes brown cause don't it make my brown eyes blue. And that's all I got, how do ya like it?" Chong: Oh that's good. Cheech: That's like a protest tune, man. Chong: Yeah, I dig that. But you know, while you were singing that, I wrote another tune. Cheech: Oh yeah? Chong: Yeah, it's, it's like the same thing, only different. You want to hear it? Cheech: Yeah, yeah. Chong: It's like a little more rock and roll than that one. Cheech: All right, get down. Chong: Something like this here. [sings Beaners! Beaners! [speaking] I gotta work a little more on the lyrics. Cheech: Yeah that's heavy man. [phone rings] Keep working on it, man. Chong: [singing in the background] Beaners! Beaners gonna... Cheech: Hello. Mexican Americans like to answer telephone calls and say hello to whoever's on the other end."

"Earache my eye, how would you like a butt-ache?"

"Cheech: Uh, his name is RAAAAAALPH, man."

"Cheech:Hey man, give me a sip. Chong:Okay... Cheech:Hey, that's pee! Chong: I know. It's for my probation officer. Cheech: Oh. Does he drink pee?"

"All war propaganda consists, in the last resort, in substituting diabolical abstractions for human beings. Similarly, those who defend war have invented a pleasant sounding vocabulary of abstractions in which to describe the process of mass murder."

"Ours is an industrial civilization, in which no society can prosper unless it possesses an elite of highly trained scientists and a considerable army of engineers and technicians. The possession and wide dissemination of a great deal of correct, specialized knowledge has become a prime condition of national survival. In the United States, during the last twenty or thirty years, this fact seems to have been forgotten. Professional educationists have taken John Dewey's theories of ‘learning through doing’ and of ‘education as life adjustment,’ and have applied them in such a way that, in many American schools, there is now doing without learning, along with courses in adjustment to everything except the basic twentieth-century fact that we live in a world where ignorance of science and its methods is the surest, shortest road to national disaster. During the past half century every other nation has made great efforts to impart more knowledge to more young people. In the United States professional educationists have chosen the opposite course.”"

"Rational and kindly behavior tends to produce good results and these results remain good even when the behavior which produced them was itself produced by a pill."

"We may not appreciate the fact; but a fact nevertheless it remains: we are living in a Golden Age, the most gilded Golden Age of human history — not only of past history, but of future history. For, as Sir Charles Darwin and many others before him have pointed out, we are living like drunken sailors, like the irresponsible heirs of a millionaire uncle. At an ever accelerating rate we are now squandering the capital of metallic ores and fossil fuels accumulated in the earth's crust during hundreds of millions of years. How long can this spending spree go on? Estimates vary. But all are agreed that within a few centuries or at most a few millennia, Man will have run through his capital and will be compelled to live, for the remaining nine thousand nine hundred and seventy or eighty centuries of his career as Homo sapiens, strictly on income. Sir Charles is of the opinion that Man will successfully make the transition from rich ores to poor ores and even sea water, from coal, oil, uranium and thorium to solar energy and alcohol derived from plants. About as much energy as is now available can be derived from the new sources — but with a far greater expense in man hours, a much larger capital investment in machinery. And the same holds true of the raw materials on which industrial civilization depends. By doing a great deal more work than they are doing now, men will contrive to extract the diluted dregs of the planet's metallic wealth or will fabricate non-metallic substitutes for the elements they have completely used up. In such an event, some human beings will still live fairly well, but not in the style to which we, the squanderers of planetary capital, are accustomed."

"That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons that history has to teach."

"History teaches us that war is not inevitable. Once again, it is for us to choose whether we use war or some other method of settling the ordinary and unavoidable conflicts between groups of men."

"Proverbs are always platitudes until you have personally experienced the truth of them."

"You can't worship a spirit in spirit, unless you do it now. Wallowing in the past may be good literature. As wisdom, it's hopeless. Time Regained is Paradise Lost, and Time Lost is Paradise Regained. Let the dead bury their dead. If you want to live at every moment as it presents itself, you've got to die to every other moment."

"The trouble with fiction... is that it makes too much sense. Reality never makes sense."

"The propagandist's purpose is to make one set of people forget that certain other sets of people are human."

"At least two thirds of our miseries spring from human stupidity, human malice, and those great motivators and justifiers of malice and stupidity, idealism, dogmatism and proselytizing zeal on behalf of religious or political idols."

"Every crusader is apt to go mad. He is haunted by the wickedness which he attributes to his enemies; it becomes in some sort a part of him."

"To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs."

"To travel is to discover that everyone is wrong."

"It is because we are predominantly purposeful beings that we are perpetually correcting our immediate sensations. But men are free not to be utilitarianly purposeful. They can sometime be artists, for example. In which case they may like to accept the immediate sensation uncorrected, because it happens to be beautiful."

"A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumour, and survival a thing beyond the bounds of possibility."

"The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude."

"That all men are equal is a proposition which at ordinary times no sane individual has ever given his assent."

"Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted."

"Defined in psychological terms, a fanatic is a man who consciously over-compensates a secret doubt."

"There are many kinds of gods. Therefore there are many kinds of men."

"To talk about religion except in terms of human psychology is an irrelevance."

"Jehovah, Allah, the Trinity, Jesus, Buddha, are names for a great variety of human virtues, human mystical experiences, human remorses, human compensatory fantasies, human terrors, human cruelties. If all men were alike, all the world would worship the same God."

"Confronted, when the weather is fine and I am in propitious emotional circumstances, with certain landscapes, certain works of art, certain human beings, I know, for the time being, that God's in his heaven and all's right with the world. On other occasions, skies and destiny being inclement, I am no less immediately certain of the malignant impersonality of an uncaring universe. Every human being has had similar experiences. This being so, the sensible thing to do would be to accept the facts and frame a metaphysic to fit them. But with that talent for doing the wrong thing, that genius for perversity, so characteristically human, men have preferred, especially in recent times, to take another course. They have either denied the existence of these psychological facts; or if they have admitted them, have done so only to condemn as evil all such experiences as cannot be reconciled in a logical system with whatever particular class of experiences they have chosen, arbitrarily, to regard as "true" and morally valuable. Every man tries to pretend that he is consistently one kind of person and does his best consistently to worship one kind of God. And this despite the fact that he experiences diversity and actually feels himself in contact with a variety of divinities."

"Surtout point de zèle. ["Above all, no zeal" —Talleyrand] Butler's favourite maxim is not perhaps the last word in human wisdom and human virtue; the last word insists on the imperative duty of zeal in certain circumstances. But, if not the last, it is unquestionably the last word but one. A world which consistently lived up to this motto would certainly be without some of the finest and most extraordinary flowers of human endeavour; but it would also be relieved of innumerable miseries and wickednesses. Men show at least as much zeal in mischief as in well doing, in folly as in wisdom. The surest way to work up a crusade in favor of some good cause is to promise people that they will have a chance of maltreating someone. Men must be bribed to build up and do good by the offer of an opportunity to hurt and pull down. To be able to destroy with good conscience, to be able to behave badly and call your bad behavior 'righteous indignation' — this is the height of psychological luxury, the most delicious of moral treats. In any cause, the best or the most atrocious, zeal is always intoxicating. A world without zeal would be a world deprived of many simple but savage pleasures: but at least half its present excuses for interfering and bullying would have been taken away from it."