Paul: Okay, we bet- what time is it?
Paul: That in, let's say, 12 hours all three of you are gonna be kaput. Okay?
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: Whether by knife or whether by gun, losing your life can sometimes be fun.
Paul: So much stress for politeness' sake.
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]
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: You must admit, you brought this on yourself.
Paul: You shouldn't have done that, Ann.
Peter: [to Ann] Would you be so kind as to go and make us something to eat?
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.