Lucy: Your girlfriend didn't look too happy about us leaving together.
Jude: She - she's not my girlfriend. Well, you know, she's a friend... who's a girl.
Max: Come on, Luce. We've got to do something with him, he's a sailor on leave! He needs a bar, a brawl, and a brothel.
Lucy's Mother: Is that fashionable?
Max: Is what fashionable?
Lucy's Mother: Your haircut, or lack of one.
Lucy: Androgyny suits you, Max.
Prudence: That's my landlady.
Lucy: So you live with my brother, too?
Prudence: Yeah, him and Jude took me in.
Prudence: I don't sleep with him anymore, though.
Lucy: We're in the middle of a revolution Jude. And what are you doing? Doodles and cartoons?
Jude: Well I'm sorry I'm not the man with the mega-phone, but this is what I do.
JoJo: Music's the only thing that makes sense anymore, man. Play it loud enough, it keeps the demons at bay.
Dr. Robert: We're navigators, we're aviators, eatin' taters, masturbatin' alligators, bombardiers, we got no fears, won't shed no tears, we're pushin' the frontiers of transcendental perception.
Max: And you know what really pisses me off is I swallowed all those cotton balls and they never even took a damn x-ray.
Hippy dude: You still have options man.
Max: Yeah, jail or Canada and they both suck. I mean I could never come home, so what is it, it's a choice of a 6x4 cell or an endless wasteland of frozen tundra.
Hippy dude: Montreal is cool.
Max: Man, they speak French.
Hippie Guitarist: So learn French. Learn French or die.
Lucy: I would lay in front of a tank if it would bring Max back and end this war.
Jude: Yeah, it wouldn't.
Jude: Where are we going?
Lucy: We're going out of our minds.
Hippie Guitarist: Learn French or die.
