The Rum Diary

Moburg: "Is it clap?"
Paul Kemp: "A standing ovation."

Moburg: "Maybe I can interest you gentlemen in something else."
Paul Kemp: "Like what? Death?"
Moburg: "Like the most powerful drug in the history of narcotics. I'm not at liberty to discuss or disclose, all I can tell you is: this stuff is so powerful, they give it to communists."
Paul Kemp: "Who does?"
Moburg: "The FBI."
Sala: "Why would the FBI get communists high?"
Moburg: "That I can't help you with."

Paul Kemp: "The only upside with Nixon is he ain't gonna win.
Sala: He's got the grin."
Paul Kemp: "He ain't gonna win. Irish guy's gonna win. But don't ever let him live."
Sala: "Well how do you know that?"
Paul Kemp: "I do horoscopes."

"Your tongue is like an accusatory giblet!"

Paul Kemp: "What's your name?"
Chenault: "Let's keep that a secret."
Paul Kemp: "But I don't even know it."
Chenault: "Then you'll keep it even better."

"Practically every major corporation hides its money offshore. And that is good news for us, because WE are the the shore."

"You're high, you fool! Drink some rum."

Lotterman: "How does anyone drink 161 miniatures?"
Paul Kemp: "Are they not complimentary?"