"Calm down. Learn to enjoy losing."
I tend to have a lot of trouble with Gilliam, mostly because I think his formidable, deliberately garish visual powers don't really do much to mask his incredible self-satisfaction at bluntly provoking people he thinks are dumb squares in the most perfunctory way possible, then complaining when nobody's interested. In this case though, that dovetails nicely with the script's almost sycophantic valorization of Thompson and his admittedly heroic hedonism (thank God this actually makes drugs seem like crazy fun), a genius asshole lunatic contending with the seemingly sudden dissolution of his moment. This might be Gilliam's WOLF OF WALL STREET.