Rat Race2001

Donald Sinclair:
[after explaining the game] The first one there, gets it all! Go!

Owen:
Y-You can't just pick people at random!

Donald Sinclair:
I can do anything I like, Owen! I'm eccentric! [Growls] Go!

Randy Pear:
Wait. So, it's like a race? [Sinclair points to him with an "Ah-ha!" expression]

Enrico Pollini:
A race! It's a race! I hope I win!

Duane Cody:
Uh, what are the rules?

Donald Sinclair:
There's only one rule. Are you ready? Here it is: There are, no rules! Go!

Merrill:
So, when you say "go", you mean, just go?

Donald Sinclair:
Uh, begin, commence, start moving... theoretically you have been racing for about forty-five seconds now, and so far Mr. Schaffer is winning because he's nearest to the door.

[Everyone continues staring at Sinclair, visibly confused. Finally, he sighs in frustration, pulls out a revolver, and fires it into the ceiling.]