Chong:Sometimes it's not even the drugs that'll kill you man. What really kills you is looking for drugs.
Chong:[to Cheech]Hey, look... dude laid some peyote on me man!
[debating whether they are lost or not while climbing a hill]
Prince Habib:I say we are lost.
Mr. Slyman:We ar not lost. We are Arabs. Lost is when you don't know where you are going.
Prince Habib:Well that is the point, where are we going?
Mr. Slyman:We are going uphill.
Prince Habib:Well, at least when we get to the top, we will know exactly where we are. (the two are now at the top, looking around them, but only see more hills)
Mr. Slyman:You are right, Now I know exactly where we are.
Prince Habib:You do?
Mr. Slyman:Yes. We are in the middle of fucking nowhere! Where is the road? Ah, those two guys!
Prince Habib:Yes, it was those two guys. They have stolen the road too!
Mr. Slyman:Now I am sure of it.
Prince Habib:You are sure of what?
Mr. Slyman:That our mother messed around with a goat herder.
Chong:[on several cups of coffee, driving]It was Rock 'n Roll that killed Elvis, man!
Mr. Slyman:They've stolen our money?
Prince Habib:And part of the car too.