Beat
2000
Lucien Carr: They'll probably give me the chair for this, huh? William S. Burroughs: Don't be absurd. They don't fry freshman literature students.
Joan Vollmer: So, do they have ruins down in Guatemala? William S. Burroughs: It's all ruins. Or it all will be, given enough time. Joan Vollmer: Ah, just like people. William S. Burroughs: Yes. But people decay more promptly than Mayan temples.
Joan Vollmer: And what does your young man make of the Mayans? William S. Burroughs: Well I have yet to inquire about his preference in lost civilizations. Joan Vollmer: Ah, but he must like ruins. William S. Burroughs: (chuckles) Yes. He likes me tolerably enough.
Allen Ginsberg: So. How are you? Joan Vollmer: How am I? I live in a Mexican slum. My husband has run off with another man. And I've been too busy with my children to go down to the pharmacia and refill my dexetrina.
Lucien Carr: Scratch a bohemian and you get a boy scout, not that I'm a bohemian... or a boy scout, but...
Allen Ginsberg: I left Bill. Bill was sucking me dry. Bill is a psychic vampire. That's his phrase.
Lee: If you love your wife so much, why are you here with me? William S. Burroughs: Love is not sex.
William S. Burroughs: Are you leaving me? Joan Vollmer: Should I? William S. Burroughs: (long pause) As you like.
Allen Ginsberg: You know as Bill says, you better get comfortable with your space time location. Lucien Carr: This is not my space time lcation! This is fucking nowhere!
Joan Vollmer: Say Bill, does the Oedipal Complex get reversed for fags? William S. Burroughs: (pause) Well, speaking from personal experience, I never wanted to fuck my father. Joan Vollmer: (chuckles)
Joan Vollmer: Didn't you two bone up on your wilderness lore down there in the jungle? Lee: The jungle was fucking ghastly Joan Vollmer: Uh, I don't understand, the jungle was ghastly or the fucking was ghastly... or both?