Final

Bill:
[into intercom] Can I get an order of booty and a side order of Xanax, preferably a blonde, for a condemned man?

Ann:
The day, how did it start for you?

Bill:
Well, the Sun, which is a massive hydrogen and, what is it? It's combusting away. And the um, the hemisphere rotated enough that we could...

Ann:
But, for you...

Bill:
You trying to separate me from the Sun?

Bill:
What year am I supposed to think it is? For my progress.

Ann:
1999.

Bill:
Date?

Ann:
November 2nd.

Bill:
No, I mean, do you want to go on a date? Cause I know this darling place down by river...

Supervisor:
How would you complete the phrase: I before E, except after...

Bill:
Could you repeat that one.

Supervisor:
I before E, except after...

Bill:
Except after 9 AM.

Ann:
Lie to him, and then kill him? Why don't we just kill him?

Official:
That would be illegal, wouldn't it, Doctor?

Ann:
I know the country you were describing. I was a girl there. It's gone. There's nothing, now, but this nightmare of you, me, and my sister.

Bill:
Could I please go now?

Ann:
No. Not yet.

Bill:
How much time do I have left?

Ann:
As soon as you are no longer a danger to yourself or others, you may leave.

Bill:
And who determines that?

Ann:
I do, initially.

Bill:
And who does finally?

Ann:
My supervisor.

Bill:
Your immediate supervisor?

Ann:
Yes.

Bill:
Okay. So you could highly recommend to him that I be released, and he would take that into account.

Ann:
When you're ready.

Bill:
Well, what do I have to do to get ready?

Ann:
You need to accept the fact that you're going to be here for a while.

Bill:
You're ruling out the possibility of a miraculous recovery.