Groove
2000
(Bill is passing up all drugs but marijuana for the night) Bill: Baked, not fried... the healthy choice.
Ernie: Guy, if there's one thing you learn tonight, I hope it's this: The shit ain't over 'till the last record spins.
Todd: Dude... When did you get all Haight-Ashbury on me? I mean - you used to listen to Nitzer-Ebb! Cliff: I was 12, and I was a nazi.
(the party organizers are discussing the area surrounding their warehouse) Guy: Oh, wait a minute, I got one more thing. Ernie: What's that? Guy: Police station's three blocks away. Ernie: Remember: no obstacles... only challenges.
Guy: Why do you do this to yourself? Don't even get paid, risk getting arrested, for what? Ernie: You don't know? Guy: No. Ernie: The Nod. Guy: The Nod? Ernie: Happens to me at least once every party. Some guy comes up to me and says "Thank you for making this happen... I needed this. This really meant something to me." And they nod... and I nod back. Guy: (scoffs) ... That's it? Ernie: That's it.
(Todd reads a piece of paper handed to him by a candy raver) Todd: "Love is the reason... PLUR"? Cliff: "PLUR" - Peace, Love, Unity and Respect. Todd: (swallows a hit of Ecstasy) ... Well, bring on the love.
Raver: I'd like to buy a vowel. Cliff: 'E' or 'A'? Raver: 'A'. Raver 2: Tell him what he's won. Cliff: (handing Raver a hit of acid) An all-expense-paid trip to your cerebral cortex. Thanks for playing.
Title Card: (Anthony spies Colin after a drugged-up tryst with him) Anthony Mitchell: Hey Colin. Maybe I'll see you out again sometime. Wanna give me your number, or... ? Colin Turner: Look. I don't normally... do that sort of thing, OK? Anthony Mitchell: What, you don't have a phone?
Dance Floor DJ #2: The sweet cotton candy kiss of transcendental bliss...