EL TEATRO DEL MONO ELECTRICO AZUL

"That's not soup, that's laundry!!"

"Don't throw that bucket of fruit pieces away, we're saving that to make hooch!"

"What did you have for breakfast?"
-"Ummm . . . a ball of hash, some gingko, B vitamins, green tea, and adderall."

"If you'll help clear all the shit out from under that awning so we can use it for vendors' space, I will PERSONALLY take you to town so you can get a real shower."

***An entire bag of reading glasses? There must be like, at least 80 pairs of these damn things in here . . . What the fuck?***

"That's not normal dust, that's Mesa dust. Try to avoid sweeping it across the room, or you'll stir it into a cloud and it'll coat every surface. It's also got tons of mold and fungus spores in it. Just sweep it into small piles, and deal with those, one at a time."

"This is not a good time to make ganja butter and start cooking food, everyone is already sitting around smoking pot and not working, and we have less than a week to get the site ready . . ."

"Can I put my thumbprint on the tickets?"
"That would probably be a better anti-counterfeiting measure than this monkey stamp, so sure."

"Someone's coming in with a backhoe to push all that junk to the perimeter of the land."
"Why?"
"To make a wall out of it, so no one can get in without paying."

"Where'd you sleep last night?"
"On top of the school bus."