Manos: The Hands of Fate1966

Michael:
Hey, Torgo, where's the phone? Yes, Alexander Graham Bell, you know, telephone?

Torgo:
There is no phone here, sir. The Master does not approve of such devices.

Margaret:
Then... then where is the nearest phone?

Torgo:
The nearest phone is at the crossroads. That's ten miles.

Margaret:
Ten miles? Might as well be ten THOUSAND miles!

Michael:
[getting mad] Easy, honey! It won't help to get mad!