[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?
Gretchen: Not this time!
Jack: Smell is the first sense you have when you're born... and the last sense you have when you die.
Cookie: [tripping on ecstasy] ... I just loooove Gretchen's accent... oh, and Jack's the SWEETEST!