Slacker
written by Richard Linklater
S-T-E-V-E with a Van: Check it out, man, I really, honestly believe that this guy is still alive. And I believe that he's like, living in Las Vegas or something... because if the guy's half-ass cool, you know he's, like, an Elvis impersonator. Because I mean, like it's some sort of spiritual hell to parody yourself at the height of your ridiculousness. So the guy's got to get up every day, get as fat as he was, and just make fun of himself all day long. I mean, isn't that a killer job? Isn't that what all old people sort of do? Once they get over twenty-eight?
Should Have Stayed at Bus Station (Richard Linklater): [babbling to silent cab driver] Man, I just had the weirdest dream - back on the bus there? Did you ever have one of those dreams that are completely real. I mean they're so vivid. It's just like completely real. It's like, there's always something bizarre going on, though. I have one about every 2 years or something. I always remember 'em real good. Like there's always someone getting run over, or something really weird. Um, one time I had lunch with Tolstoy. Another time I was a roadie for Frank Zappa. Anyway, so this dream I just had was just like that, except instead of anything bizarre going on, I mean, there was just nothing going on at all. Man. It was like the Omega Man. It was just nobody around. I was just traveling around, you know, staring out the windows of buses, and trains, and cars. When I was at home, I was like flipping through the TV stations endlessly. Reading. How dreams do you have when you read in a dream, you know?
Video Backpacker (Kalman Spelletich): To me, my thing is, a video image is much more powerful and useful than an actual event. Like back when I used to go out, when I was last out, I was walking down the street and this guy, that came barreling out of a bar, fell right in front of me, and he had a knife right in his back, landed right on the ground and... Well, I have no reference to it now. I can't put it on pause. I can't put it on slow mo and see all the little details. And the blood, it was all wrong. It didn't look like blood. The hue was off. I couldn't adjust the hue. I was seeing it for real, but it just wasn't right. And I didn't even see the knife impact on the body. I missed that part.
Kudos and many thanks to Gregory for the first of these monologues, it is very much appreciated.