Waitress: Hey Lou, you know where the American Dream is?
Att’y (to Duke): She’s asking the cook if he knows where the American Dream is.
Waitress: Five tacos, one taco burger. Do you know where the American Dream is?
Att’y: Well, we don’t know, we were sent out here from Francisco to look for the American Dream, by a magazine to cover it.
Lou: Oh, you mean a place.
Att’y: A place called the American Dream.
Lou: Is that the old Psychiatrist’s Club?
Waitress: I think so.
Att’y: The old Psychiatrist’s Club?
Lou: Old Psychiatrist’s Club, it’s on Paradise . . Are you serious?
Att’y: Oh, no honest, look at that car, I mean, do I look like own a car like that?
Lou: Could that be the old Psychiatrist’s Club? It was a discoteque place . . .
Att’y: Maybe that’s it.
Waitress: It’s on Paradise and what?
Lou: Ross Allen had the old Psychiatrist’s Club. Is he the owner now?
Duke: I don’t know.
Att’y: All we were told was, go till you find the American Dream. Take this white
Cadillac and go find the American Dream. It’s somewhere in the Las Vegas area.
Lou: That has to be the old . . .
Att’y: . . . and it’s a silly story to do, but you know, that’s we get paid for.
Lou: Are you taking pictures of it, or . . .
Att’y: No, no–no pictures.
Lou: . . . or did somebody just send you on a goose chase?
Att’y: It’s sort of a wild goose chase, more or less, but personally we’re dead serious.
Lou: Thas to be the old Psychiatrist’s Club, but the only people who hang out there is a bunch of pushers, peddlers, up wners, and all that stuff.
Att’y: Maybe that’s it. Is it a night-time place or is it an all day…
Lou: Oh, honey, this never stops. But it’s not a casino.
Att’y: What kind of place is it?
Lou: It’s on Paradise, uh, the old Psychiatrist’s Club’s on Paradise.
Att’y: Is that what it’s called, the old Psychiatrist’s Club?
Lou: No, that is what it used to be, but someone bought it . . . but I didn’t hear about it as the American Dream, it was something like, associated with, uh . .. it’s a mental joint, where all the dopers hang out.
Att’y: A mental joint? You mean like a mental hospital?
Lou: No, honey, where all the dope peddlers and all the pushers, everybody hangs out. It’s a place where all the kids are potted when they go in, and everything . . . but it’s not called what you said, the American Dream.
Att’y: Do you have any idea what it might be called? Or more or less where it might be located?
Lou: Right off of Paradise and Eastern.
Waitress: But Paradise and Eastern are parallel.
Lou: Yeah, but I know I come off of Eastern, and then I go to Paradise
Waitress: Yeah I know it, but then that would make it off Paradise around the Flamingo, straight up here. I think somebody’s handed you a
Att’y: We’re staying at the Flamingo. I think this place you’re talking about and the way you’re describing it, I think that maybe that’s it.
Lou: It’s not a tourist joint.
Att’y: Well, that’s why they sent me. He’s the writer: I’m the bodyguard. ‘Cause I figure it will be . . .
Lou: These guys are nuts . . . these kids are nuts.
Att’y: That’s OK.
Waitress: Yeah, they got new laws.
Duke: Twenty-four-hour-a-day violence? Is that what we’re saying?
Lou: Exactly. Now here’s the Flamingo . . . Oh, I can’t show you this; I can tell you better my way. Right up here at the first gas station is Tropicana, take a right.
Att’y: Tropicana to the right.
Lou: The first gas station is Tropicana. Take a right on Tropicana and take this way . . . right on Tropicana, right on Paradice, you’ll see a big black building, it’s all painted black real weird looking.
Att’y: Right on Tropicana, right on Paradise, black building…
Lou: And there’s a sign on the side of the building that says Psychiatrist’s Club, but they’re completely remodeling it and everything.