[Archer, with Castor's face, sits down with Pollux]
Pollux Troy: Not feeling very coordinated lately, are you?
Sean Archer: [with a low voice] Listen, bro. I am soooo fried. If the psychos find out I'm this wacky we're both dead meat.
Pollux Troy: Shock treatment? What's the matter, did they operate? [Pollux touches Archer's face]
Sean Archer: I was in a coma! Jesus, you're still so frickin' paranoid! Aren't they giving you your medication in here?
Pollux Troy: What was my medication?
Sean Archer: [sighing in "exasperation"] Pollux, I hand-fed you those pills for years. Vivex! I haven't forgotten that. It's just everything else. My reflexes, my synapses, it's all like a... tab of bad Quantrax. I don't even know why that ****ing Yeti jumped me the other day.
Pollux Troy: Dubov? You had a sex sandwich with his wife and his sister the night he was sent here.
Sean Archer: Well, that explains why he was so upset. We're gonna blow up L.A., bro. Ain't that cool?
Pollux Troy: Sure, rub my nose in it, why don't you. Ten million dollar design and those militia nut jobs get to keep their cash.
Sean Archer:' It's so ****ing unfair! That bomb you built does deserve an audience. I mean, it's a work of art, it belongs in the Louvre.
Pollux Troy: Yes, it does. Oh, well. I guess the L.A. Convention Center will just have to do.
Sean Archer: [rejoices to himself] Thank you.
Pollux Troy: For what?
Sean Archer: You are so ****in' pathetic.
Pollux Troy: Not feeling very coordinated lately, are you?
Sean Archer: [with a low voice] Listen, bro. I am soooo fried. If the psychos find out I'm this wacky we're both dead meat.
Pollux Troy: Shock treatment? What's the matter, did they operate? [Pollux touches Archer's face]
Sean Archer: I was in a coma! Jesus, you're still so frickin' paranoid! Aren't they giving you your medication in here?
Pollux Troy: What was my medication?
Sean Archer: [sighing in "exasperation"] Pollux, I hand-fed you those pills for years. Vivex! I haven't forgotten that. It's just everything else. My reflexes, my synapses, it's all like a... tab of bad Quantrax. I don't even know why that ****ing Yeti jumped me the other day.
Pollux Troy: Dubov? You had a sex sandwich with his wife and his sister the night he was sent here.
Sean Archer: Well, that explains why he was so upset. We're gonna blow up L.A., bro. Ain't that cool?
Pollux Troy: Sure, rub my nose in it, why don't you. Ten million dollar design and those militia nut jobs get to keep their cash.
Sean Archer:' It's so ****ing unfair! That bomb you built does deserve an audience. I mean, it's a work of art, it belongs in the Louvre.
Pollux Troy: Yes, it does. Oh, well. I guess the L.A. Convention Center will just have to do.
Sean Archer: [rejoices to himself] Thank you.
Pollux Troy: For what?
Sean Archer: You are so ****in' pathetic.
[Archer, with Castor's face, sits down with Pollux]
Pollux Troy: Not feeling very coordinated lately, are you?
Sean Archer: [with a low voice] Listen, bro . I am soooo fried. If the psychos find out I'm this wacky we're both dead meat.
Pollux Troy: Shock treatment? What's the matter, did they operate? [Pollux touches Archer's face]
Sean Archer: I was in a coma! Jesus, you're still so frickin' paranoid! Aren't they giving you your medication in here?
Pollux Troy: What was my medication?
Sean Archer: [sighing in "exasperation"] Pollux, I hand-fed you those pills for years. Vivex! I haven't forgotten that . It's just everything else. My reflexes, my synapses, it's all like a... tab of bad Quantrax. I don't even know why that ****ing Yeti jumped me the other day.
Pollux Troy: Dubov? You had a sex sandwich with his wife and his sister the night he was sent here.
Sean Archer: Well, that explains why he was so upset. We're gonna blow up L.A., bro. Ain't that cool?
Pollux Troy: Sure, rub my nose in it, why don't you. Ten million dollar design and those militia nut jobs get to keep their cash.
Sean Archer:' It's so ****ing unfair! That bomb you built does deserve an audience. I mean, it's a work of art, it belongs in the Louvre.
Pollux Troy: Yes, it does. Oh, well. I guess the L.A. Convention Center will just have to do.
Sean Archer: [rejoices to himself] Thank you.
Pollux Troy: For what?
Sean Archer: You are so ****in' pathetic.
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