Michael Pitt credited as playing...
Paul
- Paul: Okay, we bet--what time is it?
- Peter: 8:40.
- Paul: That in, let's say, 12 hours all three of you are gonna be kaput. Okay?
- Anna: What?
- Paul: You bet that you'll be alive tomorrow at 9 o'clock and we bet that you'll be dead. Okay?
- Peter: They don't want to bet.
- Paul: Well it's not an option. There has to be a bet.
- [turns toward camera, breaks fourth wall, addressing the audience]
- Paul: I mean, what do you think? You think they stand a chance? Well, you're on their side, aren't you? Who are you betting on, hmm?
- Peter: But, wait, what kind of bet is this? If they're dead, they can't live up to their side. If they win, they can't live either.
- Paul: Yes, they'll lose either way. That's what I'm saying.
- Paul: Okay, let's play another game. It's a guessing game.
- [Paul takes out a golf ball]
- Paul: What is this?
- [Paul drops the ball on the floor]
- Paul: [to George] Sir?
- George: It's a golf ball.
- Paul: Correct! It's a *golf* ball... But why do I have it in my pocket? Hm? The lady knows why. Because... Well?
- [Paul, exasperated, turns to Peter]
- Paul: Well?
- Peter: Because you didn't hit it.
- Paul: Correct! Because I didn't hit it! And *why* didn't I hit it?
- Peter: Because something stopped you.
- Paul: Correct. Because I had to test the club in another way.
- Anna: [realizing what has happened] Where is he?
- Paul: So, what do you want to do? You want to call someone? An ambulance, or the police? I won't stop you. Neither will Tom. Right, Tom? Well, what are you waiting for?
- Paul: You have to admit, Ann... I'm being very generous here. You can prove to your pussy husband how much you love him.