Where the Buffalo Roam Quotes
1980 films, Comedy films, Films based on true stories, Films based on works by Hunter S. Thompson, Journalist films
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“Bill Murray — Dr. Hunter S. Thompson”
“As your ex-attorney, I advise you not to worry.”
“Based on the twisted legend of Hunter S. Thompson”
“As your attorney, I advise you to leave this room at once.”
“There, chew on that gibberish for awhile, you heartless scum!”
“[Urging his dog to attack a Nixon mannequin] Bronco ... Nixon.”
“I hate to advocate alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone but they've always worked for me.”
“Peter Boyle — Carl Lazlo, Esq.”
“I hate to advocate weird chemicals, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone... but they've always worked for me.”
“[Reacting to a police officer's testimony in court] You were looking for a bomb in a pack of cigarettes?”
“Wikipedia: Where the Buffalo Roam”
“No need to panic. I'll just lash together a few raw facts, a little bit of old Negro wisdom, and this nightmare is over.”
“Rotten Tomatoes: Where the Buffalo Roam”
“Internet Movie Database (IMDb): Where the Buffalo Roam”
“I was a working journalist, a hired geek of sorts, and Lazlo was great copy and sometimes a great lawyer. It was a fast, strange time and we worked in a fast, strange ways.”
“You couldn't invent someone like Carl Lazlo. He was a ... he was one of a kind. He was a mutant. A real heavyweight water buffalo type ... who could chew his way through a concrete wall and spit out the other side covered with lime and chalk and look good in doing it.”
“Super Sunday. Dawn. My recollections of the last twelve hours are very dim. All that I know for certain is that shortly after I checked in, two third-world drug abusers disguised as hotel employees forced their way into my room; ransacked it, drank all my liquor, did all my drugs, stole my dinner. If the security precautions aren't beefed up at this hotel; I'm looking for safer accommodations. It's a sad state of affairs when this reporter has to go heavily armed to breakfast.”
“Well I guess if I had to swear one way or another, I'd say Lazlo wasn't insane. He just had very strange rhythms. But he stomped on the terra. Lord Buckley said that. It's hard to say he got what he deserved, because he never really got anything, at least not in this story. And right now, this story is all we have ... It's sad. But what's really sad is it never got weird enough for me. I moved to the country when the boat got too crowded. Then I learned that President Nixon had been eaten by white cannibals on an island near Tijuana for no good reason at all. Golly, you hear a lot of savage and unnatural things about people these days. Lazlo and Nixon are both gone now, but I don't think I'm going to believe that 'til I can gnaw on their skulls with my very own teeth. Fuck those people, huh? If they're out there, I'm going to find them, and I'm going to gnaw on their skulls. Because it still hasn't gotten weird enough for me.”
“He became a man the day of the greatest game he ever played. Everything he ever knew about common decency and morality he learned that day in December from Alan "The Horse" Ameche; and today in the Superbowl he would earn his wings. The crowd had assembled; a crowd of America's elite. Toyata salesmen from all around the country—orientals and even those suspected of being orientals—stacked on the thirty yard line watching him sweat and wipe caked blood from his face. The Gallow brothers—Ernest and Julio—party guys who had skinned a few Mexicans and forced them to carry them on their shoulders down to the pre-game tailgate parties at the colosseum. The Pepsi and Coca Cola bottlers of America—Coke adds life; It's the real thing—bombarded by missiles; flying flaming matchbook covers. The waterheads from General Motors up in the top seats where they belong; getting the worst of the pollution. All sorts of weird motherfuckers were at the game.”