Anna:
Why don't you just kill us?
Peter:
[
smiling] You shouldn't forget the importance of entertainment.
Paul:
You shouldn't have done that, Anne.
Paul:
You must admit, you brought this on yourself.
[
talking to the viewers, breaking the fourth wall]
Paul:
What do you think? Think they stand a chance?
Paul:
Hey, Beavis.
Peter:
Hey, Butt-Head.
Paul:
You can see it in the movie right?
Peter:
Of course.
Paul:
Well then she's as real as reality because you can see it too. Right?
Peter:
Bullshit.
Paul:
Why?
George:
Why are you doing this?
Peter:
Why not?
Paul:
So, what do you want to do? You want to call someone? An ambulance, or the police? I won't stop you. Neither will Tom. Right, Tom? Well, what are you waiting for?
Paul:
Okay, let's play another game. It's a guessing game.
Paul:
[
takes out a golf ball] What is this?
Paul:
[
drops ball on floor by George] Sir?
George:
It's a golf ball.
Paul:
Correct! It's a *golf* ball... But why do I have it in my pocket? Hm? The lady knows why. Because... Well?
Paul:
[
exasperated, turns to Peter] Well?
Peter:
Because you didn't hit it.
Paul:
Correct! Because I didn't hit it! And *why* didn't I hit it?
Peter:
Because something stopped you.
Paul:
Correct. Because I had to test the club in another way.
Anna:
[
realizing what has happened] Where is he?
Paul:
You know, if you'd let Peter help you, it would hurt less.
Peter:
I'm happy to help, really, I just don't want to impose.
Peter:
[
to Anne] Would you be so kind as to go and make us something to eat?
Paul:
Okay, we bet- what time is it?
Peter:
8:40.
Paul:
That in, let's say, 12 hours all three of you are gonna be kaput. Okay?
Anna:
What?
Paul:
You bet that you'll be alive tomorrow at 9 o'clock and we bet that you'll be dead. Okay?
Peter:
They don't want to bet.
Paul:
Well it's not an option. There has to be a bet.
[
turns toward camera, breaks fourth wall, addressing the audience]
Paul:
I mean, what do you think? You think they stand a chance? Well, you're on their side, aren't you? Who are you betting on, hmm?
Peter:
But, wait, what kind of bet is this? If they're dead, they can't live up to their side. If they win, they can't live either.
Paul:
Yes, they'll lose either way. That's what I'm saying.
Paul:
So much stress for politeness' sake.
Paul:
Whether by knife or whether by gun, losing your life can sometimes be fun.
[
last lines]
Paul:
Ann sent me over 'cause some guests dropped by, and she was wondering if you could help her out with some eggs.
Betsy:
Well I guess so.
Paul:
It's okay?
Betsy:
Yeah, come on in. Just wait a second.
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