My parents are these people, I live with themÖI'm boring.
I'm just a guy. I work in an office building, doing office building stuff.
I don't wanna die, I'm just being realistic. You think they'd go to all the trouble to build this thing if we could just walk out?
Do you think we matter? We don't.
I mean, this is an accident, a forgotten, perpetual public works project. Do you think anybody wants to ask questions? All they want is a clear conscience and a fat paycheck.
I mean, nobody wants to see the big picture. Life's too complicated.
Just out of curiosityóI mean, don't hit me again, I thinkóbut what are you going to do when you get there?
Let's rule out aliens for now and concentrate on what we know.
You can't see the big picture from in here, so don't try. Keep your head down, keep it simple. Just look at what's in front of you.
LeavenÖyou beautiful brain.
What do you think the establishment is? It's just guys like me. Their desks are bigger but their jobs aren't. They don't conspire, they buy boats.
Every day I mop up after your bleeding heart. The only reason you even exist is because I keep you!
I looked through the walls. I dreamed him, at his desk, designing everything. He can't let you solve the puzzle, see, because there is a purpose.
Only the government could build something this ugly.
It's okay, I just swallowed my button.
It's all the same machine, right? The Pentagon, multinational corporations, the police! You do one little job, you build a widget in Saskatoon and the next thing you know it's two miles under the desert, the essential component of a death machine!
God help you, Quentin. Did you hit your kids too?
Look around. Take a good, long look-see. 'Cause I got a feeling it's looking at us.
No more talkin'. No more guessin'. Don't even think about nothing that's not right in front of ya. That's the real challenge. You've got save yourselves from yourselves.