Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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:50:01
[ Retching Loudly ]
:50:03
- [ Vomiting ]
- I need sleep.

:50:06
[ Coughing ]
:50:10
[ Retching Continues ]
:50:22
[ Loud Roar ]
:50:25
Holy shit !
:50:29
Mace ! Mace, man.
You want this ?

:50:34
You'd do that,
wouldn't you?

:50:36
- Well, why not ?
- You fucking bastard !

:50:39
Hell, just a minute ago
you were asking me to kill you.
Now you wanna kill me.

:50:43
What I should do, goddamn it,
is call the fucking police !

:50:47
Boy, are you upset.
:50:50
There'd be no point, man,
calling the cops.

:50:53
There's no choice.
:50:55
I wouldn't dare go to sleep
with you wandering around
with a head full of acid...

:50:59
wanting to slice me up
with that goddamn knife.

:51:02
Who said anything
about slicing you up, man ?

:51:07
I just wanted to cut
a little "Z" in your forehead.

:51:11
[ Wheezing Laughter ]
:51:13
Get back in the tub.
Eat some reds and try to calm down.

:51:17
Smoke some grass.
Shoot some fucking smack.

:51:20
Shit, man, do whatever
you gotta do, but please...

:51:24
I need some fucking rest,
man. Please. Please.

:51:27
Get out of here,
you pig fucker !

:51:30
Up ! Up !
:51:33
Well, l, uh--
:51:36
Yeah.
[ Panting ]

:51:39
You need to get to work.
:51:42
Goddamn, what a bummer.
:51:44
You scurvy
shyster bastard.

:51:46
- [ Groaning ]
- I'm a Doctor of Journalism, man.

:51:49
Go on.
:51:51
- Don't let me keep you up.
- Now--

:51:53
Don't let me keep you up.
[ Groans ]

:51:56
- [ Klaxon Blaring ]
- Get in there and clean your shorts !

:51:59
Clean your shorts, goddamn it,
like a big boy !


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