Nothing. Nobody. Just a ghost town. With a big sign that said, Corning to this site soon. - With a big-ass ugly picture of some houses. - Mm-hm. - And guess who the builder is? - Let me guess... Wolfmann again.
Inherent Vice
23.9s
My old street gang. The Artesia Crips. See, when I came home from Chino... ...I looked for them and found it ain't just them gone... ...but the whole damn turf itself. What do you mean "gone"? Man, I'm talking not there. Ground up into little pieces. Seagulls picking all over it. Man, I thought I was tripping. Got in my car, I drove around, came back, still gone.
Inherent Vice
4.5s
They're helping me wake up from my bad hippie dream.
Inherent Vice
2.8s
BIGFOOT: Congratulations, hippie scum.
Inherent Vice
3.3s
Maybe a thing for one of those Manson chicks?
Inherent Vice
2.8s
Who are your friends? The FBI?
Inherent Vice
1.9s
My friends.
Inherent Vice
1.8s
What are you doing here?
Inherent Vice
10.3s
All right, you know, he called me. CHASTITY: I fail to understand your spineless response to that dirty, hippie piece of shit. Would you get the fuck up? Get the fuck up, Christian.
