The Doom Generation

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Fuck!

Hey, Amy.

You got any crystal?

Fuck off!

Shit! Who pissed in your Froot Loops?

Peanut, why don't you go passionately fuck yourself?

Yuk, you're all sweaty.

What you looking for?

My skull lighter.

I swear, if it's missing...

I'll slit my wrists.

Ooh, now that would be a great loss to the human race.

Sit and spin.

That guy has the intelligence of a stool sample.

He's okay.

I think he's got brain damage.

But he's okay.

This place is so fucking boring.

I wish someone would burn it to the ground.

Can we just get the fuck out of here?

Okay.

Wanna go to heaven?

Go ahead and stick it inside.

Jordan, put your dick in me.

I'm trying.

I'm sorry.

I just...

What?

I'm afraid of...

catching AIDS.

But we're both virgins.

Where's the fucking cigarettes?

I don't know what it is, but...

I feel really weird tonight.

Like something's gonna happen.

Me too.

Hey Amy...

Do you love me?

Yeah. Totally.

Why?

It's just...

"I love you" can mean a lot of things, like

"You'll do till someone better comes along.",

"I can't describe how I really feel...

but I know I'm supposed to say this."

or "Shut up...

I'm watching TV."

Are you stoned?

I think sometimes this city is sucking away at my soul.

Like yesterday I was stuck in this humongous traffic jam on the 405 freeway...

and I just couldn't wait to get to the dead bodies lying there on the bloody asphalt.

All I cared about was getting out and moving again.

I know.

I feel like a gerbil smothering in Richard Gere's butthole.

There just is no place for us in this world.

Hey, get off my fucking car!

Fuck! Get off, damn asshole!

Wake up, cocksucker! It's time to die.

Yo, bitch, would you just go? Go!

Get your fucking hands off my car!

Goddamn motherfucker!

I swear, if there is one dent in the door,

one scratch in the paint...

What the fuck are you talking about?

This car is older...

than you...

and your jailbait boyfriend here...

combined.

I love this car.

Oh my god, you're bleeding all over the upholstery!

Jesus, don't potty in your panties about it.

Jordan, he is bleeding all over my upholstery!

It's okay, Amy.

He's cleaning it up.

You alright, man?

Yeah. I'm totally into getting the fuck beat out of me

and slicing my own leg up.

You're really fucking rude, you know that?

Hey, that's my shirt.

Oh, sorry.

No, it's cool.

Go ahead.

Use it.

That is so gross.

What's your name, anyway?

What's your name?

Xavier.

What?

It's Xavier.

That is the stupidest fucking name I've ever heard.

Is it cool if I just call you "X"?

I can't really pronounce all that.

Only if I get to call you "Nutlicker".

If bullshit were music, you'd be a big brass band.

What's with your lady here, Jordo?

Terminal PMS?

- Fuck you! - No. Fuck you!

Fuck you...

you stinking cooch.

Fuck you, you big wet bearded clam!

Just get out of my fucking car!

Come on, Amy. He didn't mean it.

He's just joking around.

Right, X?

Tell her.

Yeah, Amy. Don't get your uterus all tied in a knot.

Listen, jism breath, I want you out of my fucking car right this fucking second.

I'm not kidding, scumfuck.

Get lost!

You're, uh...

giving me an erection.

You're repugnant.

Okay, Miss America...

you win.

Beam me up, Scotty.

Later, 'gator.

Hey!

What about my shirt?

Thanks, X.

My pleasure, Nutlicker.

Will you marry me?

Hey you don't have to decide immediately.

Hey, if you think about it, you can do anything you want!

Sleep on it, honey!

I swear, Amy...

you can be so harsh.

I don't know.

He seemed cool.

Kinda strange, maybe.

He was an anus-face.

What were we talking about the other day?

About trying to be less judgmental of people?

Fuck that!

I'm starving.

Stop at the next Quickie Mart.

Okay?

Sure you don't want anything?

I'm speeding, remember?

Oh, yeah.

Hey!

No smoking here!

Jesus.

Hey, hey, hey, girlie...

you pick up.

Eat my fuck!

Amy.

Pick up, girlie.

I'm so sure.

...

We happy?

$6.66.

That's weird.

It must have fallen out in the car.

I'll pay you right back.

Oh, fuck!

Scumfuck!

$6.66.

You fucking kook, we left our wallets in the car, okay?

Let me just go out and...

$6.66.

What are you gonna do, shoot us?

Is this some kind of joke like Candid Camera or something?

Scram!

What the fuck are you doing?

Saving your fucking life!

Did I ask you to do us any big favors, huh?

Would you please just get the fuck out of here?

Jordan, he is getting us into deep shit.

Would you just get the hell out of here?!

Come on!

- Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God. - Relax, relax, relax, relax.

Would you just fucking chill?

His head...

His head, man.

It was talking.

Oh my God!

I think we're probably cool.

I mean, the weird old gook lady with the machete,

she probably doesn't even speak English.

I think everything's gonna be fine.

What the fuck do you mean "everything's gonna be fine?"

You just blew somebody's fucking head off.

You know...

you gotta be a little pessimist all the time, don't you?

Little Miss Gloom and Doom.

Well, fuck you!

You were there.

You both were there, with me.

And read my lips.

We're in this together.

I fry...

we all fry.

Blow it out your crusty rectum, you loser.

We don't know you. We barely just met you.

We certainly don't like you. You're fucking crazy!

And you're ugly, besides.

I love you, too, darling.

His fucking head...

It was in the relish and onions, and...