SLC Punk!

Quotations

Stevo: Poseurs are people that look like punks, but they did it for fashion. And they were fools, they’d say, “Anarchy in the UK”. See? Poseurs. What good is that to those of us in Utah, America? You don’t live your life by lyrics.

Eddie: So, what about World War two? What about Nazi Facism? There were a lot of Satan’s followers walking the earth then, and the world didn’t end.
Heroine Bob: Yeah! What about the Nazis?
Religious Fanatics: Well, I don’t see Nazis as an evil… I see them more as … a gathering of people.
Bob: WHAT??!?!

Stevo: I like Sandy. Now Sandy has nothing to do with anarchy in general, she’s just a beautiful, wonderful, funnny, witty, loving, sexy, tough-as-nails, little weird girl, and I absolutely adore her. I like Sandy a lot.

Stevo: What do you do when your foundation falls apart? I don’t know. They don’t teach you that in school.

Stevo: Bob was like that. A real asshole when it came to reading into things. He liked to wrap things up into neat little packages that implied the world.

Stevo: Dad, you and I have got to work on your definition of good news.

Stevo’s Father: I didn’t sell out son, I bought in.

Stevo: So Heroin Bob was named as such ’cause he was afraid of needles, but you know not just needles, the guy was afraid of drugs too. We couldn’t even get him to take a damn asprin. He drank, and he smoked cigarettes, but that was it.

Stevo: I remember this time, he was drunk, and he got this idea in his head that all the cars on his block would look better without windows. Finally they got him in the back of the squad car. The cops thought he was on Angel Dust (“the only way he could do it”) but not so, that was just Mike. He broke those goddamn handcuffs, kicked the window out of the squad car drunk, and that was it. Never got caught, either.

Stevo: It was a character flaw, sure, but we all have those. This part didn’t concern me. The main problem with Mark was that he was intimidating, and he had a tendency to snap. He was always afraid of getting ripped off, yet at the same time he would rip things off without shame or guilt. Chaos and man, although hopeful could also be, you know, a leeetle tiresome.

Stevo: I have my own agenda. Harvard: out. University of Utah: In. I am going to get a 4.0 in damage.

Stevo: We both graduated college after taking summer classes, a major feat considering our aim in college was to be as destructive as possible. Our mission after leaving high school as two aspiring young punks, I think like the only two punks in Salt Lake City at the time, was to go to University and bring down the system. Why? Well for obvious reasons, anarchy, the only system of government that seemed to make any sense to us at all. And the irony was, well we had made it through. I did well, even.

Stevo: The fight: What Does It Mean, and where does it come from? An Essay. Homo Sapien, a man. He is alone in the Universe. A punker–still a man–he is alone in the universe, but he connects. How? They hit each other. Oooh. No clearer way to evaluate whether or not you’re alive. Now, complications…

Stevo: To be an anarchist in Salt Lake City was certainly no easy task, especially in 1985. And having no money, no job, no plans for the future, the true anarchist position, was in itself a strenuous job.

Brandy: It just seems to me to be really fake.
Stevo: So, what you’re saying to me is, you couldn’t like a guy that dresses like me you know..with the hair and everything..
Brandy: No. No I’m not saying that at all. I do like you. I mean, it’s my first party and I’m the host and I’m sitting here talking to you all night. I don’t care about that stuff anyway. If that’s the way you want to dress, that’s cool, I was just making a point.
Stevo: Then……you do like me.

Stevo: And this city was still the same…I mean, look at it! There’s nothing going on. That’s what I saw when I looked out over the city: nothing. How the Mormon settlers looked upon this valley, and felt that it was the promised land, is beyond me. I don’t know, maybe it looked different back then.

Stevo: You couldn’t afford me, old man.

Stevo: What can I say? We weren’t much more than a couple of young punks.

Trish: I am.. an ant.. waiting to be squashed by you.
Heroine Bob: Wow. You’re, like, a poet.
Trish: No, Bob, it is you who are the poet.

Stevo: This actually needs some explanation. Beer in Supermarkets in Utah is weak, 3 points instead of the normal 6 points of alchohol. It’s the religious influence, and a pain in the ass. Now to me it makes no sense. If you’ve got alchohol, you’ve got alchohol. So why 3 instead of 6? You know a drunk’s just going to drink twice as many beers to get drunk, so you not only have a drunk on your hands, you have a drunk who’s fat and gross. There’s nothing worse.

Eddie: So, what about World War two? What about Nazi Facism? There were a lot of Satan’s followers walking the earth then, and the world didn’t end.
Heroine Bob: Yeah! What about the Nazis?
Religious Fanatics: Well, I don’t see Nazis as an evil… I see them more as … a gathering of people.
All the boys: WHAT??!?!

Stevo: But this fall was going to be the fall alright. Bob and the rest of us had made a note to do absolutely nothing. We were going to waste our educated minds–we had no other way of fighting. As I said, there just weren’t enough of us.

Heroine Bob: It’s all those chemicals in your body. They’re DANGEROUS man! They mess you UP!
Stevo: You know, Bob, that story just goes to prove that Chemestry is the wrong major for a guy like you Bob. It’s the WRONG MAJOR FOR A GUY LIKE YOU!!