Well, you could, uh... ...bring your soap and clean my feet.
Inherent Vice
1.4s
What else?
Inherent Vice
4.2s
Sure I did. No. You were always true.
Inherent Vice
5.8s
- You never did let me down, Doc. - Don't worry. I'll... No, I mean, really. Ever.
Inherent Vice
6.8s
Hey, before you leave. Can I get a ride with you? - This place is freaking me out. - Mm... Okay.
Inherent Vice
2.3s
All right, I'll look into it personally.
Inherent Vice
2.7s
Now, what the fuck?
Inherent Vice
9.2s
Bunco Squad, usually. Does that mean the L.A.P.D. believes every, uh, return from the dead is some kind of con? You're dead, you're dead. Are we talking philosophy?
Inherent Vice
24.7s
SORTILÈGE: Was it possible that at every gathering... Concert, peace rally, love-in, be-in and freak-in... ...here, up North, back East, wherever. ...some dark crews had been busy all along... ...reclaiming the music, the resistance to power... ...the sexual desire from epic to everyday... ...all they could sweep up, for the ancient forces of greed and fear.
Inherent Vice
4.2s
How much of your own time do you think you got left, kid?
Inherent Vice
20.8s
SORTILÈGE: These were perilous times, astrologically speaking, for dopers... ...especially those of high school age. Who'd been born, most of them, under a 90-degree aspect... ...the unluckiest angle possible... ...between Neptune, the doper's planet... ...and Uranus, the planet of rude surprises.
Inherent Vice
12.1s
Just to check and see the current state of affairs of my old stomping grounds. Seeing as your effort to keep lines of communication had been... ...limited. To say the least.
