Arlo Guthrie:
Group W is where they putcha if you may not be moral enough to join the army after committin' your special crime. There was all kinds of mean, nasty ugly-lookin' people on the bench there. There was mother rapers... father stabbers... father rapers... Father rapers! Sittin' right there on the bench next to me!
Officer Obie:
Want your wallets and your belts. Put everything on the desk.
Arlo Guthrie:
I can understand you wanting our wallets, so we don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you want our belts for?
Officer Obie:
Kid, we don't want any hanging.
Arlo Guthrie:
[
pause] Obie, do you think we're gonna hang ourselves for littering?
Arlo Guthrie:
Just what I've always wanted.
Alice Brock:
A restaurant?
Arlo Guthrie:
No, a friend with a restaurant.
Alice Brock:
Take off those handcuffs!
Officer Obie:
You're interfering in the performance of my duties.
Alice Brock:
You're a meathead - haven't you play-acted cop enough for one day?
Officer Obie:
This side is reserved for officers of the law and criminals.
Alice Brock:
Pig-eyed idiot!
Officer Obie:
Alice, I've had enough garbage for one day, yours and theirs.
Alice Brock:
Stupid bastard!
Officer Obie:
Alice...
Alice Brock:
Cradle hopper!
Officer Obie:
Alice!
Alice Brock:
Turkey raper!
Arlo Guthrie:
Obie, when do we get our bread and water?
Officer Obie:
Shut up, kid.
Arlo Guthrie:
Girdles feel funny.
Arlo Guthrie:
What funny smell?
[
covering up the weed box]
Arlo Guthrie:
[
unable to fill his urine-sample jar, at his Army physical] Anybody got some to spare?
Criminal:
[
approaching Arlo on the bench] Kid, what'd you get?
Arlo Guthrie:
I didn't get nothin'. I had to pay fifty dollars, and pick up the garbage.
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