Billy:
Is that a guinea pig? It's a gerbil, isn't it? That's enormous. Hey, Marty, we just seen some kind of giant gerbil.
[Marty punches Billy]
Billy:
Marty, you alcoholic fucking bastard.
Hans:
Yeah, you might wanna stop drinking, Martin, if this is the way you're gonna behave.
Marty:
If this is the way I'm gonna... This guy just telephoned a psycho-killer to come down and psycho-kill us. And this guy's doubting a lifelong belief in the afterlife because of a psychedelic cactus he just ate. And you motherfuckers are telling me to behave?
Billy:
Whoa. Whoa. Time out. What's all this about doubting a lifelong belief in the afterlife because of a psychedelic cactus you just ate? Hans, what the heck?
Hans:
I met Myra. On the ridge. She had some things to say.
Billy:
About the afterlife being non-existent or something?
Hans:
That was the gist.
Billy:
No, no, it might have sounded like Myra. But you know why? Now don't get mad, but you know I can do Myra's voice pretty good. Yeah, I snuck up there a little while ago and I pretended to be her. I started saying all kinds of crazy stuff.
Hans:
Hmm? But what specifically did you say? About the place you were in? The place Myra was in. Huh? How did you describe it, specifically?
Billy:
You mean specifically?
Hans:
Yeah.
Billy:
I just kind of said it was all kind of... I just kind of said it was all kind of gray and shit.
Hans:
No.
