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Nick: What exactly is the object of this game?
Hal Evans: Where's Jim?
Nick: He's not here yet.
Hal Evans: No, stupid, that's the object of the game.
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Hal Evans: [To Jordan] In case you haven't noticed, that crazy fuck out there's got a gun, and I... we DON'T! Just look around for a weapon.
[Jordan holds the base of a lamp]
Hal Evans: . A REAL WEAPON!
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Nick: You look like one man who could use a drink.
Hal Evans: You have no idea.
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Terry: You know, security's tight these days, Republican White House and all.
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Hal Evans: Now, I could be famous by sunrise if I really wanted to.
Jordan: Oh really? And how's that?
Hal Evans: I'd kill everyone in this room.
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Hal Evans: [To Nick] Ten people dead without anyone sayin' a word. I mean, it's downright impressive. I imagine I'll be teaching it real soon. So don't get me wrong pal when I say that you're a crazy mother fucker and they're going to fry your ass.
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Terry: I'm a modern-day alchemist, baby. Ain't nothing gonna bring me down.
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Skyles: What is the correlation here between this freak and death?
Hal Evans: A, I readily concede that I am a freak, right, and B, death is just this particular freak's hobby and occupation.
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Garrett: Your overeducated, undermotivated, scrawny little toothpick ass shows up at my site,
[In Jamaican accent]
Garrett: I'll be damned if I be given it a job.
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Hal Evans: Bandiero.
Skyles: What the fuck are you, Irish or Spanish?
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[Nick is pointing the gun at Hal and Jordan]
Hal: You know, for a big brain Nick, you're awfully fucking stupid.
Nick: Smart enough to beat you.
Hal: *Beat?* Hah! Shit, boy! Did you ever stop for fucking one goddamn minute and take a good arm's length look at the fucking situation, eh? You're nothin' but a show, my friend - a little experiment that I've privately undertaken, that I readily admit's gone a *wee* bit wrong. Right, question: how much bullshit do I have to fill an overly-intelligent, but fucking emotionally retarded kid's head with before he steps, or in Nick's case *leaps*, with both feet *and* a kitchen sink, over the edge?
Jordan: Evidentally, not fucking much!
Hal: Just whispered fucking sweet nothings about murder and mayhem into his ear and three semesters later, he's got his best friend stuffed into a box, man. Jesus, kid, wake the fuck up! You're not in control here, I am, always have been!
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Nick: [To the other guests, about Hal] Don't let the poor schlep's appearance fool you, though, he actually is quite harmless.
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Description
Philosophy student Nick Collier and his friends have just graduated from college. Before the working world comes and scatters them all in different directions, Nick plans one get together for everyone to celebrate. The party is a smashing success -- such a success, in fact, that its host never wants it to end. The only way Nick feels he can achieve this is to kill them off, one by one...
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