CLAUDE:
What happened? Oh my god, what did you put in that joint? Berger, I feel lonely.
Let’s go to Mexico, George. I want to sleep in the mushrooms and eat the sun. I
know where it’s at. I can’t make this moment to moment living on the streets. I
don’t want to be a dentist or a lawyer or a bum or an IBM machine, or a rock n’ roll
hero, or a movie star. I just want to have lots of money. I know what I want to
be…invisible. I don’t need drugs. An invisible man, I could float around and slip into
people’s minds and know exactly what they’re doing and what they’re thinking. I
could go anywhere, do anything…I could perform miracles. That’s the only thing I
want to do or be on this dirt.
BERGER:
Transcendental meditation on the ocean of reality is love, love, love, love! Hello.
My name is George Berger, but I don’t dig George, so just call me Banana Berger, or
Cheese Berger, Unzipper Berger, Pull ‘em down Berger, Karma Berger, Pitts Berger,
Take ‘em off Berger, Up your Berger, Any Berger and I’ll answer you. Oh oh, I know,
you people think right off, Oh look dear, isn’t that a cute one? What is it Agnes, a boy
or a girl? What is this god damn thing? Three thousand pounds of Navajo jewelry.
Ha ha ha. Lady, will you hold my pants for me? Mother!! Hey lady, can you spare a
hand out? A nickel, a dime, a quarter? Something for a psychedelic teddy bear like
me, me, me. To keep my chromosomes dancing, dancing…up the Methedrine River. I
came over via Hoboken…Hoboken, the Erie Lakawana Fairy boat, and in the middle
of the Hudson river, through the industrial haze, I thought I saw Donna, Donna, my
Donna, standing in the water. But it was only Democracy’s daughter, the Statue of
Liberty, waving at me.
SHEILA:
We marched on the Pentagon, the five-sided Dragon, and we levitated it! Then we
attacked the F.B.I. building, but they tear-gassed us… Isn’t love beautiful? I live in
the East Village with these two magnificent beasts. Claude, the purest mind on
Avenue C. And Berger, the grooviest ball on Avenue B. Sheila brought back Berger a
beautiful yellow satin shirt. Take that filthy rag off. You dig it, delicious? (Berger
rips the shirt) Why did you do that?
WOOF:
(looking at poster) Oh Claude, I love it. Hey Claude it’s beautiful. Hey everybody,
look what Claude gave me. (to poster) I love you. Oh, I love you. I’m in love with
you. I can’t help it. You’re terrific. I’m in love with this guy, see. I like his looks to
begin with. Anybody would. Besides, he has a certain spectacular quality. I love
him, I can’t help it. He’s the sun and I’m the earth. He’s infinite. He’s Leo the Lion.
I’m not a homosexual or anything like that, but I’d love to go to bed with him…and
make great love to you. Mick Jagger. Mick…My Mick…My Mickey Mick…
JEANIE:
I wired my parents for money. I told them I was pregnant. They said, stay pregnant.
I’m Jeanie, I live with a whole bunch of people on Teeny Bopper Island. I dig this
groovy, hip, beautiful living hunk of gold, blond, blue-eyed man, muscle of all muscle,
smooth skin animal. Claudio, I’d die for you. I am lost in the unfathomable infinities
of your mystical third eye. I wish it was your baby inside my body. I was knocked
up by some crazy speed freak. Wouldn’t ya know? Claude is my acid, Claude is my
trip. Methedrine’s a bad scene, and Claude loves me.
HUD:
The draft is white people sending black people to make war on yellow people to
defend the land they stole from the red people. Hey, Big Daddy, Little Daddy. Big
Daddy, I’m talking to you!! It’s very simple. You ask me why? Like I like the feel of
the long silky strands on my ears, and the back of my neck, and on my shoulders,
and down my back. Like it’s goose-bump time, know what I mean?
MARGARET MEAD:
Excuse me, young man. May I ask you a question? Oh dear, may I introduce myself,
here’s my card. Thank you. And this is Hubert. We’re on our honeymoon. I did
overhear just a wee portion of your conversation, and I would like to ask you a
question, if you don’t mind. Well…this may sound a bit naïve…foolish…oh, my, I
don’t know why I feel so embarrassed…I…being a visitor from another generation
like myself… Well…why? I mean…why?...why? (Claude points to his hair) Yes, why
that? I mean, is it because you’re a…oh, dear…Are you? …Please forgive me…Are
you a hippie?
DIONNE:
Four score…I said, four score and seven years ago, our forefathers…don’t get
nervous, I mean all our forefathers, brought forth upon this continent a new
nation…conceived in liberty…and dedicated to the one I love…I mean…dedicated to
the proposition, that all men…I mean you too, honey…all men are created… (looking
down at the shoeshine boy) You know something pitiful—they’re not making shoe
shine boys like they used to…anyway all men are created equal.
CRISSY:
Tomorrow morning, at dawn, we will take our heads down to the U.S. Army
induction center for an Exorcism of the Khaki. We’re going to yip out all the bad
vibrations – yip, yip, yip, yip, -- and we’re going to yip up the sun – yip, yip, yip, yip,
yip, yipeee.
TRIBE:
Come to the Be-In! Come to the Be-In! Dig it people, I’m tripped, high,
zonked…stoned… See the hippies get busted by the New York City Police…right
here, right now…at this theatre. See them smoke marijuana, the killer weed. Bring
your own pot. Tourists…come to the orgy! See the freak show. Watch the beatniks.
See them get arrested.