[Lewis and Ed take a wrong turn looking for the river] First Griner: Where you goin' city boy? Lewis: We'll find it. We'll find it. Second Griner: It ain't nothin' but the biggest fuckin' river in the state.
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James Dickey
James Lafayette Dickey (February 2, 1923 – January 19, 1997) was an American poet and novelist. He was appointed the eighteenth United States Poet Laureate in 1966. He also received the Order of the South award. Dickey was also a novelist, known for Deliverance (1970) which was adapted into an acclaimed film of the same name. 2Biography 3Early years James Dickey was born to lawyer Eugene Dickey and Maibelle Swift in Atlanta, Georgia, where he attended North Fulton High School in Atlanta's Buckhead neighborhood. After graduation from North Fulton High in 1941, Dickey completed a postgraduate year at Darlington School in Rome, Georgia. Dickey asked to be dismissed from the Darlington rolls in a 1981 letter to the principal, deeming the school the most "disgusting combination of cant, hypocrisy, cruelty, class privilege and inanity I have ever since encountered at any human institution." In 1942 he enrolled at Clemson Agricultural College of South Carolina and played on the football team as a tailback. After one semester, he left school to enlist in the Army Air Corps. Dickey served with the U.S. Army Air Forces as a radar operator in a night fighter squadron during the Second World War, and in the U.S. Air Force during the Korean War. Between the wars, he attended Vanderbilt University, graduating magna cum laude with a degree in English and philosophy (as well as minoring in astronomy) in 194
Lewis: You w- you wanna...you wanna talk about the vanishing wilderness? Bobby: Lewis, listen—what are you so anxious about this? Lewis: Because they're buildin' a dam across the Cahulawassee River; they're gonna flood a whole valley, Bobby, that's why. Dammit, they're drownin' a river; they're…
You ever had your balls cut off you fucking ape?
Goddamn, you play a mean banjo.
Talk about genetic deficiencies—isn't that pitiful?
Lewis: Can that chubby boy handle himself? Ed: Bobby? He's rather well thought of in his field, Lewis. Lewis: Insurance? Shit. I never been insured in my life. I don't believe in insurance. There's no risk.
Lewis: Now you listen, Ed. Damn it, we can get out of this thing, without any questions asked. We get connected up with that body, and the law, this thing's gonna be hangin' over us the rest of our lives. We've gotta get rid of that guy. Drew: Just how're you gonna do that, Lewis? Where? Lewis:…
No matter what disasters may occur in other parts of the world... or whatever petty little problems arise in Atlanta... no one can find us up here. Good night, Lewis.
[indicating a junk car by a rural gas station] That's my '51 Dodge. No, that's my car! That's my car! Whooee! All my youth and passion... spent in that back seat. It's all gone, you see? It's all gone—rust and dust.
Bobby: We beat it, didn't we? Didn't we beat that? Lewis: You don't beat it. You don't beat this river...
Night has fallen. And there's nothin' we can do about it.
Do know what's gonna be here? Right here? A lake. As far as the eyes can see. Hundreds of feet deep. HUNDREDS of feet deep. Did you ever look out over a lake and think of somethin' buried underneath it? Buried underneath it. Well man, that's just about as buried as you can get.
Mountain Man: I bet you can squeal like a pig. Weeeeeeee! Bobby: Weee! Mountain Man: Weeeeeeee! Bobby: Weee!
Sheriff Bullard: Don't ever do nothin' like this again. Don't come back up here. Bobby: You don't have to worry about that, Sheriff.
Sheriff Bullard: Don't ever do nothin' like this again. Don't come back up here. Bobby: You don't have to worry about that, Sheriff.
Sometimes you have to lose yourself 'fore you can find anything.
Mountain Man: What do you want to do now? Toothless Man: [grinning] He got a real pretty mouth, ain't he? Mountain Man: That's the truth. Toothless Man: [to Ed] You gonna do some prayin' for me, boy. And you better pray good.