The clip tape recorder from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998) with Johnny Depp
I fear nothing!
Terrible gibberish. Splintered memories looming up out of the time fog.
Just press play.
This is it, the American Dream.
We're sitting on the main nerve right now.
Yeah, don't get me started.
The owner always wanted to run away and join the circus when he was a kid.
Now the son of a bitch owns the circus.
Ah, man, a real license to steal.
Oh, yeah. The American Dream come true, man.
Pure Horatio Alger.
Yeah. Welcome to the happy place.
Listen, let's get down to brass tacks here.
How much for the ape?
How much you got?
How much do you think you'd take for the ape? Just wait here. I'll be back.
Madness. It made no sense at all.
I desperately needed the facts.
What the fuck is going on?
Where's the ape, man? Where's the ape?
Forget about it. He attacked an old man.
Bit off the head of the bartender, then the cops came and took him away.
Is that your car?
Somebody stop them!
You poor fools don't understand.
This car is property of the World Bank. That money goes to lately.
You can't put on a circus without a tent.
The top is completely jammed.
There's something wrong with the motor.
All right, who has the story?
Where are you, you fucking monkey?
You can't do that!
You people voted for Hubert Humphrey.
And you killed Jesus.
There was every reason to believe that we'd been heading for trouble...