John Monad: The end is near.
Linc Stark: Amen my brother.
[Linc turns and sees a group of people walking]
Linc Stark: Those illegals act like it's just another day at the beach.
[Linc and John are watching Mitch surf]
Linc Stark: You know Mitch Yost?
John Monad: Mitch Yost should get back in the game.
Linc Stark: Couple of fun ones, eh, Mitch?
John Monad: You should get back in the game Mitch Yost.
Mitch Yost: [to John] You should mind your own business.
Mitch Yost: Go fuck yourself.
John Monad: Some things I know and some things I don't know.
Vietnam Joe: Tell me something you know.
John Monad: The end is near.
Vietnam Joe: Feel that way half the time myself.
John Monad: Some things I know, and some things I don't.
Vietnam Joe: I'll drop you off at Butchie's. He may know where Mitch is, get you your health insurance. Then I'm gonna roll a fucking fattie!
Mitch Yost: [steps on a syringe in the sand] God damn it. A syringe. Maybe it's one of Butchiee's.
Linc Stark: What's happened with Butchiee is one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
Mitch Yost: Yeah, well, now he's proven to the world he can fuck up just fine without a sponsor.
John Monad: What do you want Butchie Yost?
Butchie Yost: I want to see some dope come out of your pockets for my twenty three hundred.
Cissy Yost: [Mitch has told Cissy that he believes he has a brain tumor as a result of his levitation] Why would you think you got brain cancer?
Mitch Yost: I was hallucinating.
Cissy Yost: You been getting high?
Mitch Yost: No, it wasn't a hallucination. It's not like acid.
Cissy Yost: [to Security Guard, referring to Gary] This guy made a half ass pass at me.
Gary: I am a diabetic! I did no such thing.
Bill Jacks: [Bill and Shaun are riding together in Bill's truck. Bill is being passed on the road by drivers. To the first car that passes him] Up your ass!
[to the second]
Bill Jacks: Up your nose with a rubber hose.
[to the third]
Bill Jacks: Fuck you!
[Bill turns to Shaun]
Bill Jacks: Excuse me, I lost my temper.
John Monad: Room 24 shall give up its dead, and the dead shall be forgiven.
Butchie Yost: [on the phone] I'm disappointed, Freddy. I'm out the twenty three hundred. I got the other guy.
Butchie Yost: [to John] Into your pockets, brother. So we don't start not getting along.
Mitch Yost: [to Cissy] In the lot, after I surfed, I was up in the air.
Shaun Yost: I'm supposed to surf the Event Huntington.
Butchie Yost: Your Grandfather sign off on that?
Shaun Yost: Gran did.
Meyer Dickstein: [to Ramon] This is Snuck Harbor's new owner, Ramon. Mr. Cunningham.
Bill Jacks: [to Zippy] Well give the kid a kiss too, as long as you're being stupid.
Butchie Yost: I remember him. We were in the sixth grade together. It's Barry the Fairy.
Bill Jacks: [as Barry attempts to kill himself] Hey! Barry, Barry, Barry! What's the matter with you?
Mitch Yost: I just found out I'm pretty sick. Am I up in the air right now? It's the tumors big symptom.
Butchie Yost: If that's a tumor, where do I sign up?
Mitch Yost: What happened to Butchie is not happening to Shaun.
Cissy Yost: Shaun doesn't have to be Butchie.
Mitch Yost: You're still you, aren't you Cissy? You entered Shaun into the contest today.
Cissy Yost: He entered. I signed the form as guardian.
Shaun Yost: [after Cissy is arrested] Pigs got grandma.
Bill Jacks: Haven't I told you not to use that word.
Meyer Dickstein: Butchie Yost revolutionized surfing, Ramon.
Ramon Gaviota: I think you're a little old for hero worship.
Meyer Dickstein: [to Meyer and Ramon] Ladies.
Bill Jacks: I got my eye on you.
John Monad: I got my eye on you.
Bill Jacks: No, I got my eye on you.
John Monad: No, I got my eye on you.
Butchie Yost: No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait. John! John! Somebody call an ambulance. Johnny Monad just put that waive in I.C.U.
Meyer Dickstein: I know the WMD fiasco in Iraq is fresh in both our memories, Ramon.
Ramon Gaviota: There were none.
Meyer Dickstein: And I may be as wrong in my intelligence estimate as the CIA, but the man who just purchased this motel doesn't strike me as the most pleasant person.
John Monad: Where Ramon is from, they would build Mitch a shrine.
Bill Jacks: How can they be messing around when Cissy is in police custody?
Barry Cunningham: Extraordinary! Even as I try to close the libros of this sordid edifice, write fini to the story of my deflowering at ten in Room twenty four.