Jack: At least you can see. Trip: Yeah, well at least you can jack off!
: Smell is the first sense you have when you're born... and the last sense you have when you die. Trip: I saw a trucker. Half a trucker! Trip: Duaaagh... [falls to his knees, his arm torn away] Gretchen: Jesus, Trip! Gretchen: Uh, are You ok? Trip: [standing up] My heart's still beating... but a... my arm's gone. Jack: You're kidding? Trip: I wish. Jack: Is he? [to Gretchen] Gretchen: Not this time! Cookie: My parents let me choose my name... when I was three! Cookie: [see numerous pills of Ecstasy] ... Is that 'E'? Cookie: [tripping on ecstasy] ... I just loooove Gretchen's accent... oh, and Jack's the SWEETEST!