The Terminal Man

[Benson is describing what he smells before he has a seizure]

Benson:
It smells like pig sh*t in turpentine.

[last lines]

1st man behind door:
They want *you* next.

2nd man behind door:
Quit kiddin' around!

2nd man behind door:
They take Benson yet?

1st man behind door:
This morning.

2nd man behind door:
They really gonna put wires in his brain?

1st man behind door:
Sure.

2nd man behind door:
No sh*t!

[small peephole opens in door to what appears to be a solitary confinement room from the inside POV; first man's eye is seen peering in]

1st man behind door:
He's quiet now.

[moves aside, a second man's eye appears]

2nd man behind door:
What's his name?

1st man behind door:
Benson.

2nd man behind door:
Looks okay to me. What's wrong with him?

1st man behind door:
Ahh, he's bananas.

2nd man behind door:
When's he going out?

1st man behind door:
In the morning [closes peephole]

Benson:
[mumbles]

Dr. John Ellis:
[operating on Benson] What was that?

Dr. Robert Morris:
Patient.

Dr. John Ellis:
You all right, Mr. Benson?

Benson:
[groggily] Fine... fine...

Dr. John Ellis:
Any pain?

Benson:
No...

Dr. John Ellis:
Good. Just relax now.

Benson:
You too doctor...

Benson:
[Receiving continuous stimulations from his brain implant] LET IT STOP! LET IT STOP! LET IT STOP! LET IT STOP! LET IT STOPPP! LETTTT ITTTT STOPPP!