text stringlengths 1 3.04k |
|---|
I don't write the questions. I just review them. |
What's all this for? |
We want a sense of your overall capabilities, limitations, turnons, turnoffs... |
No, I mean, what is it FOR? What are you selling? |
Oh... it's a game. |
A game? |
Tailored specifically to each participant. Think of it as a great vacation, except you don't go to it, it comes to you. |
What kind of vacation? |
It's different every time. |
Humor me with specifics. |
We provide whatever's lacking. |
And if nothing's lacking? |
May I make two suggestions... ? |
Do you really expect me to participate without knowing a single thing? |
First, admit to yourself that it sounds intriguing. Second, you don't have to decide today. Take the silly tests, fill out the forms. One day, the game begins. You either love it or hate it. Decide then. We're like an experimental BookoftheMonth Club; drop out at any time with no further obligation. That was my sales pitch. |
How long will these take? |
An hour for those... maybe another for the physical. |
Physical? |
Cursory examination. Turnyourhead andcough sort of thing. You'll be out of here in no time. |
Sorry to keep you waiting. |
Don't worry. It's been terrific spending the entire day with your "crack team". |
It's all down to this... |
One guarantee. Payment's entirely at your brother's discretion and, as a gift, dependent on your satisfaction. |
You mean, I don't like it, he doesn't pay? |
It's never happened. We've never had an unsatisfied customer. |
You mean, <u>dis</u>satisfied. |
That's right you're a leftbrain word fetishist. |
Get rid of them. |
Hey, everyone snack time! Here... here you go... |
Look, it was just a job. Nothing personal, ya know? I play my part, improvise a little. That's what I'm good at. |
I'm tired of dealing with peons. I need to get to whoever's in charge. |
Nobody knows, pal. Nobody gets the big picture... Jason, Tommy, cut it out! |
Goddamnit, why do they do that? |
How do I find them? Their offices are empty. |
They own the whole building. They just move from floor to floor. |
They know you... you worked for them. You can get me in. |
No, I can't. I'm sorry and all, but... |
Tell them the cops are after you... tell them you've got to talk to someone, I'm threatening to blow the whistle. |
What whistle? There's no fucking whistle. This is fucking dangerous. |
Drive in. |
What are you gonna do anyway? You won't get your money back. |
I don't want money. I'm pulling back the curtain. I'm here to meet the wizard. |
You don't need me... |
Shut up. Cuff him to the rail. |
Where? |
I told you, they hired me over the phone. I never met anyone. |
Where'd you pick up your checks? |
It was a different floor then... |
Guess! |
Like, this way... sort of... |
I need your car, Elizabeth. |
What happened to you, Nick? I mean, look at yourself... |
I know, look at me, well... What happened? I don't know. I don't even really know. I have some things to try to take care of... I need the car a little while. |
Of course you can have it if you need it. Can I get you something to eat? |
The last few days, um... I've been thinking... had a lot of spare time. I want to tell you... I'm starting to understand why you left me. I've been resenting you for it, maybe, but ... I want to apologize, for all of it. For shutting you out, for not being there. I... Anyway, I hope you can forgive me. |
There's nothing to forgive. |
It would mean a lot to me... if you and I could be friends. If I could have you back in my life... in some small way. It would be important. |
Of course, Nick... |
It's just a t.v. He's just an actor. |
Yes. |
I'll explain someday. |
I hope. |
We have to head out... just wanted to say goodbye. |
You're going? Well, thanks again. Good to see you, Rachel... Thanks for coming, Mel. I'll get your car back. Right now it's, uh... at the zoo. Sorry. |
Happy Birthday, Nicholas. |
I'll call. I really will. |
I know. |
No money, no identification or passport. You are in a fix. What did happen to you? |
Well, where to begin. It's complicated... |
It always is. |
What happened was, I'm on vacation, alone... I was robbed, at gunpoint. They hit me and ran. Two men, a few blocks away. They took my wallet, money... all of it. So... |
Robbed? |
Yes. |
Have you gone to the police? |
I don't speak Spanish. All I need is to get back... just enough for that. |
We'll help with the police, if you want to bother. As far as money goes... can I make a suggestion? You say you were mugged? |
Yes. |
And, they didn't take that watch? |
How much is it? A few thousand, at least. A Rolex like that... lucky for you they missed it. |
Yes, very lucky. |
Hey there, Nickie. |
Conrad, what a surprise. Gesundheit. |
Happy Birthday, man. |
"Seymour Butts." I never get tired of that one. |
That's why it's a classic. Come on, man... how 'bout a hug... ? |
They gave me a free jacket at the door. |
They'll be wanting it back. |
Not after I'm done with it. Actually, I've been here. In gradschool I bought crystalmeth from the maitre d'. |
Which gradschool? |
You look good. |
So do you. And to think I was worried... |
About me? |
How long's it been? Since mom died... four years? How are you? |
Never better. |
Elizabeth? |
Divorced. Remarried to some pediatrician or gynecologist, or pediatric gynaecologist, in Sausalito. |
Too bad, I liked her. So, you're all alone in the House of Pain? |
I redecorated. What about you? |
Nowhere in particular. Don't you keep track of my whereabouts anymore? |
Connie... what brings you here? Is everything alright? |
Subsets and Splits
No community queries yet
The top public SQL queries from the community will appear here once available.