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]
