Rory Uphold

The One-Armed Man: [after the atheist is spared] Looks like God just cut you a break.

The One-Armed Man: Yeah, for another two fucking minutes.

The Atheist: Guys, i know this girl. Don't I know you? Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I know you from somewhere.

Pretty Girl: Me?

The Atheist: Yeah. Are you an actress? You're so familiar.

Pretty Girl: No, I'm not an actress.

The Atheist: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Stacy something.

Pretty Girl: No, Christina.

The Atheist: Christina... Christina?

Pretty Girl: Yeah.

The Atheist: Wait a minute. Is Stacy your stage name, then?

Pretty Girl: No, I told you, I'm not an actress.

The Atheist: That's right. Guys, actress, porn star. I get it now. It's a huge difference.

Pretty Girl: What? I'm not a porn star.

The Atheist: Hey, I don't think anybody cares around... around here, you know? I mean, I just couldn't figure it out before. Now I know.

Pretty Girl: What?

The Atheist: [exhales] I'm a huge fan.

Pretty Girl: What the fuck are you doing? I don't do porn.

The Atheist: I don't think it's a problem. Everybody's gotta make a living. I don't have a problem with it.

Pretty Girl: I don't do porn.

The Atheist: All right, whatever. I'm just trying to pay her a compliment.

Pretty Girl: He's lying.

The Atheist: I gotta be honest with you, you know, I mean, I did like you better, though, before your enhancements, because now it's just like, "Wha-bam! Look at these bad boys."

Pretty Girl: He's lying.

The Atheist: Are they real?

Pretty Girl: That is none of your fucking business.

The Atheist: Are you saying they're real?

Pretty Girl: So what? Half the girls in LA have big boobs.

The Atheist: Yeah, and I'm sure it's great for business.

Pretty Girl: I don't do porn!

The Atheist: Who paid for them? Tell them, go ahead. It's okay, sweetheart. Who paid for them? Was it your employer?

Pretty Girl: No.

The Atheist: No?

Pretty Girl: I mean he did. But it's not like that.

The Atheist: He did. Now it's getting really difficult to decide.

Pretty Girl: No, David is my boss, but we're also... I am not...

The Atheist: Uh-huh. You see, Stacy over here thought if he gets those double D's, oh David's gonna love her. I mean, he's going to love her way more than his own wife and kids. I mean, who cares if they're already a family. It's never stopped you before, has it? What, are you going to run off with him? You gonna have a bunch of kids on your own? Settle down by the beach? Is that what you're gonna do, Stacy?

[Christina starts crying; the atheist gets voted offscreen]

The Bearded Man: [after the African American man was eliminated] Of course. True love conquers all.

The Soldier: You're out of options, my friend.

The Bearded Man: Yeah? Well, you all just killed yourselves. Congratulations.

[Pointing to the soldier, Cancer survivor and Silent Man]

The Bearded Man: You, you, you. You all did this.

[to the husband]

The Bearded Man: and you.. you just killed your wife. I hope you're happy.

The Husband: I did what I had to do.

The Bearded Man: Yeah, well, now she's gonna die because of you. At least my way gave her a chance.

The Soldier: Just shut the fuck up, man.

The Husband: Yeah, man, just drop it.

The Bearded Man: They're probably not even married.

The Husband: What?

The Bearded Man: I mean, think about it. What are the odds of them being the only married couple in here?

The Cancer Survivor: Those other two knew each other.

The Bearded Man: So they said.

The Soldier: That's not gonna work, dude.

The Bearded Man: So you're saying that they're married and that they just happen to be placed right next to each other? Uh-uh. Think about it, people. Isn't it possible that they just made this whole thing up?

The Soldier: No.

Pretty Girl: Why would they lie?

The Bearded Man: To survive. Nobody wants to kill someone's wife or husband. Especially right in front of each other. They just made this whole thing up to get our sympathy.

The Husband: You're crazy.

The Bearded Man: Am I? How long have you been married?

The Husband: Five years.

The Bearded Man: What's his parents names?

Wife: Erm... Mark and Lisa.

The Bearded Man: Where'd she go to college?

The Husband: UCLA.

Pretty Girl: When's his birthday?

Wife: Er.. April.

The Bearded Man: April...

Wife: 9th. April 9th.

The Lesbian: What's his name?

Wife: What?

Wife: What is your husband's name?

The Cancer Survivor: He already said his name?

The Bearded Man: That's right he did.

Pretty Girl: When?

The Bearded Man: The first time he spoke. He said his name.

The Husband: Just drop it man, ok?

The Bearded Man: What's his name?

Pretty Girl: She doesn't know.

The Bearded Man: Of course she doesn't.

The Husband: Yes of course she does she's just not gonna play you're fucking game.