Guy: Why do you do this to yourself? Don't even get paid, risk getting arrested, for what?
Ernie: You don't know?
Ernie: The Nod.
Guy: The Nod?
Ernie: Happens to me at least once every party. Some guy comes up to me and says "Thank you for making this happen... I needed this. This really meant something to me." And they nod... and I nod back.
Guy: [scoffs] ... That's it?
Ernie: That's it.
[Bill is passing up all drugs but marijuana for the night]
Bill: Baked, not fried... the healthy choice.
Ernie: Guy, if there's one thing you learn tonight, I hope it's this: The shit ain't over 'till the last record spins.
Todd: Dude... When did you get all Haight-Ashbury on me? I mean - you used to listen to Nitzer-Ebb!
Cliff: I was 12, and I was a Nazi.
[the party organizers are discussing the area surrounding their warehouse]
Guy: Oh, wait a minute, I got one more thing.
Ernie: What's that?
Guy: Police station's three blocks away.
Ernie: Remember: no obstacles... only challenges.
[Todd reads a piece of paper handed to him by a candy raver]
Todd: "Love is the reason... PLUR"?
Cliff: "PLUR" - Peace, Love, Unity and Respect.
Todd: [swallows a hit of Ecstasy] ... Well, bring on the love.
Raver: I'd like to buy a vowel.
Cliff: 'E' or 'A'?
Raver: 'A'. I'd like to solve the puzzle. "Lysergic Acid Diethylamide".
Raver 2: Tell him what he's won.
Cliff: [handing Raver a hit of acid] An all-expense-paid trip to your cerebral cortex. Thanks for playing.
Title Card: [Anthony spies Colin after a drugged-up tryst with him]
Anthony Mitchell: Hey Colin. Maybe I'll see you out again sometime. Wanna give me your number, or...?
Colin Turner: Look. I don't normally... do that sort of thing, OK?
Anthony Mitchell: What, you don't have a phone?
Dance Floor DJ #2: The sweet cotton candy kiss of transcendental bliss...
Beth Anderson: What are you? New? Eat dinner before you take drugs.