Jesus' Son
1999
Georgie: Does everything you touch turn to shit? Does this happen to you every time? FH: (weeping) No wonder everybody calls me "Fuck-Head." Georgie: It's a name that's going to stick. FH: I realize that. Georgie: "Fuck-Head" is gonna ride you to your grave. FH: I already said so, I agreed with you in advance.
Patient at Beverly Home: There is a price to be paid for dreaming.
FH: All this work is messing with my high.
Georgie: We'll camp in the wilderness, and in the morning we'll breakfast on its haunches!
E.R. Nurse: Patient complains of knife in head. FH: Stabbing headache?
FH: (voice-over regarding a patient at Beverly Home) No more pretending for him. He was completely and openly a mess. Meanwhile, the rest of us go on pretending to each other.
FH: Will you believe me when I tell you that, there *was* kindness ... in his heart. His left hand didn't know what his right hand was doin'. It's just that certain important connections had been burned through. If I opened up *your* head, an' ran a hot soldering iron around in your brain; I might turn you into someone like that.
Mira: Doesn't it make you grateful? Because they were ... they were people just like us, only unluckier.
FH: All these ... weirdos, and me ... getting a little better every day right in the middle of 'em. I had never known ... I had never even imagined for a heartbeat that ... there might be a place in the world for people like us.