Perrier's Bounty

[first lines]

Voice of The Reaper:
The ocean, huh? Never fails to provoke a person to musing on philosophical sh*t. Heavy sh*t, like life and death, and fate, and all that bewildering sh*t. The f***in' universe. The individual's seeming insignificant in it. But are we insignificant? I mean take, for example, this individual. Wears the name of Michael McCrea. Last night he imbibed to beat the band. And today he's paying the seedy price. It's evening. He's having himself a little siesta, yeah? Little catnap. Now relax yourself and pay close attention. There's a point to all this drivel.

Jim McCrea:
Na... son... he [death]was just a bit f***ing late, that's all... the c*nt [dies]