Mordecai: Don't take this lightly, boy. It wasn't all by your numbers. The Fool nearly derailed the invocation with his insolence. The Ancient Ones see everything. And they will not be... I'm still on speakerphone, aren't I?
Hadley: [everyone laughing hysterically] Oh my God. Mordecai! I can't believe it. It did it again! Mordy? What happens next?
Labcoat Girl: Wait. That's not fair. I had zombies, too!
Sitterson: Yes, you did. Yes, you had zombies. But this is "Zombie Redneck Torture Family," see? They're entirely separate species. Like the difference between an elephant and an elephant seal.
Sitterson: Oh, man. I'm sorry.
Hadley: He had the conch in his hands!
Sitterson: I know. I know. A couple more minutes, who knows what might've happened? Yes.
Hadley: I am never gonna see a merman. Ever.
Sitterson: Dude, be thankful. Those things are terrifying. And the cleanup on them
is a nightmare.
Marty: Okay, my turn! Jules!
Jules: Mmm?
Marty: Truth or dare?
Jules: Let's go dare.
Marty: All right. I dare you... to make out with...
Curt: Please say "Dana," please say "Dana," please say "Dana."
Marty: ...that moose, over there.
Dana: Um, Marty? Have you ever seen a moose before?
Marty: Whatever that mysterious beast is.
Curt: That's a wolf.
Holden: That's clearly a wolf.
Sitterson: No, they have to make the choice of their own free will. Otherwise, the system doesn't work. It's like ike the Harbinger. It's this creepy old fuck, practically wears a sign, "You will die." Why do we put him there? The system. They have to choose to ignore him, and they have to choose what happens in the cellar. Yeah, we rig the game as much as we need to, but in the
end, they don't transgress...
Hadley: They can't be punished.
Marty: We are not who we are.
[Realizing that he's stoned]
Marty: I'm gonna go read a book with pictures.
Marty: [referring to a one-way mirror that was discovered] It was the pioneer days. People had to make their own interrogation rooms.
[Curt sees that Jules is holding textbooks about Soviet economics and the Cold War]
Curt: What is this? What are these? What are you doing with these?
Dana: Okay. I get it. I'll leave the books.
Curt: [angrily to Jules] No, no, no. Who gave you these? Who taught you about these?
Jules: I learned it from
you! Okay? I learned it from watching you!
[She runs out of the room in tears. Curt laughs]