Who'll Stop the Rain (1978)
Ray Hicks: When I left the Marines I made myself a promise. Never again am I going to be fucked around by morons. The next mother who tries to make me back off is going to have to live it out with me.
John Converse: [about his wife] If you really want to know, I think she's pretty moral, basically.
Antheil: "Pretty moral, basically"? Oh, Jesus. What a couple of yo-yo's.
John Converse: You see, in a world where elephants are pursued by flying men, people are just naturally going to want to get high.
Ray Hicks: All my life I've been taking shit from inferior people. No more.
John Converse: I've been waiting my whole life to screw up this badly.
Ray Hicks: When I tell you the story of my life you'll eat your heart out.
Marge Converse: How did you turn out?
Ray Hicks: Well, your husband once told somebody I was a psychopath.
Marge Converse: That's the kind of thing he'd say.
Ray Hicks: Do you think he could be right?
Marge Converse: It's a very imprecise term.
Antheil: I was just reading your play. I liked a lot of it. I don't like the main character, though. This Marine. Sounds like a real jellyfish. I guess you're supposed to like him because he's against the Marine Corps. Is that it?
John Converse: Something like that.
Antheil: Why doesn't he *do* something? I mean, go over the hill, refuse an order. I couldn't sympathize with a character like that.
John Converse: Not everyone did.
Antheil: The Marine in the play, that supposed to be you?
John Converse: No.
Antheil: Maybe a little?
John Converse: Maybe on some level.
Antheil: Um-hmn. You know what I think, "on some level"? I think you're the kind of wise cocksucker that writes a tear-jerk play against the Marines and then turns around and smuggles a shitload of heroin into this country.
Marge Converse: Why Gerald?
Ray Hicks: Because he's a Martian! They're all Martians and I'm a loyal American who fought for my flag. Peace was fucking with me and I don't take shit from Martians.
John Converse: What about Danskin. He want a job with the agency, too?
Smitty: He's a brute, man. A psycho. Dude like that, he can't deal with the public.
Ray Hicks: They got my buddy, man. Now they're going to kill him and that pretty lady. How am I going to let them do that, huh? Did you see the way she walked to her fate? Nothing but class. she's the love of my life, no shit. Beats the hell out of all of them.
John Converse: [about Vietnam] Don't they say this is where everybody finds out who they are?
Ray Hicks: Yeah? What a bummer for the gooks.
Ray Hicks: You can't deal with people in this outrageous fucking manner.
Ray Hicks: [jamming a pistol-barrel under Danskin's chin] I'll kill you quick.
Ray Hicks: [cleaning up his vandalized shack] Could've been worse. Could've been a body in this sleeping bag. The big ones eat the little ones up here. Welcome to L.A.
John Converse: Why'd you send her to Canada?
Bender: I sent her there because her parents are criminals.
Ray Hicks: Nobody can surprise us here. We've got the high ground. We can *win* this one.
Ray Hicks: [sitting in a seedy bar that appears to be populated with junkies] What a lot of shit this place is now.
Ray Hicks: [Alex the bartender comes over] Where's the kitchen at the back of the pool tables - what the hell happened to the pool tables?
Alex: You gotta' change with the times.
Ray Hicks: The times are fucked. Why do I gotta' sit around looking at these poor junkies? I'd just as soon look at you out there.
Alex: I ain't got no costume.
Ray Hicks: You got bigger tits.
Danskin: I hate jailbird chess. I hate the style. Like a goddamn little tweety bird. "Ooh, here's a move!" It's fucking degrading.
Smitty: Plenty of guys belt you when they lose. Fucking Danskin, he wins and he hits you!
Ray Hicks: [about Marge Converse] She didn't even say goodbye. How about her?
Danskin: [Converse is singing] Shut up! What the hell is the matter with you?
John Converse: I don't know. But pretty soon I'm either going to be away from you, or dead. And either way, it's fine with me.
Danskin: You want odds?
John Converse: On what?
Danskin: On dead?
John Converse: [as Danskin retches with exhaustion] You okay?
Danskin: I could beat you to death, you know that?
John Converse: Absolutely!
Ray Hicks: That head guy. Who is he?
John Converse: He's some kind of cop. He's not straight.
Ray Hicks: No shit.
John Converse: [realizing his wife is a drug addict] When did you start?
Marge Converse: It's *your* wonderful smack.
Ray Hicks: [shouting at the mountainous horizon] Hey, John! I got it! I got it all!... You be there for me.
John Converse: If we stay here with Ray, we'll be just as dead as he is.
Charmian: What are you going to do with your money, Johnny? Such a dedicated non-swinger as you are.
John Converse: I don't know.
Charmian: [teasingly laughing] Shit, you don't know, do you? You just know you want it, right?
John Converse: [emoting] "I desire to serve God and to grow rich like all men."
Charmian: Who said that?
John Converse: Oh, I don't know. Some great hustler of the past.