Old Man In Dream: It's all right. It's okay. You have something to live for. Jesus told me so.
Mike: [paying his drug dealer] Alright, man. I suppose the inevitable becomes quite evitable.
Mike: Look, the last thing I wanna do is sit around with a bunch of motherfuckers with drinking problems... Listening to that trite monotony go on and on, hour after hour? That'll drive any fucker to drink!
Mike: [takes a drink of whiskey during a bathroom break at an addiction support group meeting] God helps those who help themselves, man.
Group Member: Three people in particular you have to stay away from when you're tripping on acid are police officers, psychiatrists and psychologists.