It's one more of these places a voice from somewhere else tells you you have to be.
Inherent Vice
11s
An informant, please. And he only works with the Red Squad. Whoa. So, what's he...? Why is he screaming and yelling like that at Nixon again?
Inherent Vice
1.9s
[LAUGHS]
Inherent Vice
3.2s
Are you emotionally involved? With the boat?
Inherent Vice
1.6s
Where you been?
Inherent Vice
21.4s
Glen was a shit. Bound to have his series canceled sometime. That don't keep me from wanting to know who his killer is. Goodness. Did you talk to the police? They talked to me. Some smart-ass named Bigfoot. He seemed less concerned with Glen's murder than Mickey Wolfmann's disappearance. But he's a fan of yours all right.
Inherent Vice
1.5s
Dig it.
Inherent Vice
4.1s
Puck Beaverton. Excellent choice. One of Mickey Wolfmann's bodyguards.
Inherent Vice
9.3s
Hi there. Remember me, Larry Sportello? Stone Turntable magazine? You, um, asked me to, uh, look into that, um...
Inherent Vice
13s
Would you be willing to let me depone you? - Sure would. - You would? What is it? You, me, a tape machine, maybe another DDA to witness it. - All right, I need something from you though. - What? I need to look up somebody's jacket.
Inherent Vice
3.6s
SORTILÈGE: You don't remember the Ouija board, do you, Doc?
Inherent Vice
3.1s
"Gee," he thought, "I don't know."
Inherent Vice
1.3s
Mm-hm.
Inherent Vice
6.2s
Okay? Because Blatnoyd was a partner in a tax dodge... ...that calls itself The Golden Fang Enterprises.
Inherent Vice
2.5s
He had tables full of them.
Inherent Vice
3.4s
[PHONE RINGING]
Inherent Vice
1.4s
Me...
Inherent Vice
16.8s
Doc and Denis hadn't dropped acid for years in this town... ...without picking up some kind of extrasensory chops. And truth was, since crossing the doorsill of this place... ...they couldn't help noticing what you would call an atmosphere.
