Crowd of spectators: JON-A-THAN. JON-A-THAN. JON-A-THAN. JON-A-THAN. JON... Jonathan E.: Ears. Now, they're important, too. Bartholomew: The game was created to demonstrate the futility of individual effort. Bartholomew: [in a video conference with other corporate executives] In my opinion, we are confronted here with something of a situation. Otherwise, I would not have presumed to take up your time. Once again, it concerns the case of Jonathan E. We know we don't want anything extraordinary to happen to Jonathan. We've already agreeed on that. No accidents, nothing unnatural. The game was created to demonstrate the futility of individual effort. And the game must do its work. The Energy Corporation has done all it can, and if a champion defeats the meaning for which the game was designed, then he must lose. I hope you agree with my reasoning. [At the start of the Houston game] P.A. Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, our Corporate Anthem. [At the start of the Tokyo game] P.A. Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, will you stand please for the playing of our Corporate Hymn. Jonathan E.: Does he... ah... Does he dream? Japanese Doctor: No. There is no brain wave at all. No sort of consciousness. Just a deep coma. A vegetable. No dreams. Nothing. Jonathan E.: But even, uh, a plant... uh, feels something. Japanese Doctor: Who can say? Please. [hands Jonathan the release form] Jonathan E.: It, uh, senses life. I mean, uh, it turns towards the sun. It's alive, isn't it? Japanese Doctor: [stressing] You must sign. Jonathan E.: You, uh, you just leave him the way he is. Just leave him the way he is. Japanese Doctor: Someone will have to sign. There is no other way. Jonathan E.: Arrangements will be made. Japanese Doctor: Please. There are hospital rules that have to be... Jonathan E.: No, there aren't. There aren't any rules at all. [turns and walks away] Moonpie: What do you want books for? Look Johnny, if you wanna learn somethin', just get a Corporate Teacher to come and teach it to ya'. Use yer Privilege Card. Jonathan E.: Misplace some data?
Librarian: The whole of the thirteenth century. Bartholomew: You can be made to quit, you know. You can be forced. Jonathan E.: You can't make me quit. Bartholomew: Don't tell me I can't. Don't EVER say that. I can. YOU can be stopped. [as Jonathan E. leaves the room, he turns up the volume of a TV set, as thousands are cheering his name] NYC Coach: I don't want another man on that track. Houston, what are you trying to do? Nobody's gonna win this game? Rusty, Team Executive: Game? This wasn't meant to be a game. NEVER. Cletus: Jonathan, there's one thing you ought to know, and nobody's said it, but I'm sure of it. They're afraid of you, Jonathan. All the way to the top, they are. Ella: But comfort is freedom. The entire history of civilization is a struggle against poverty and need. Jonathan E.: No, that's not it. That's never been it. I mean, them privileges just buy us off. Jonathan E.: What do you know about the corporate wars? Cletus: Oh, they were naaaasty... Woooh. Bartholomew: Try to understand it, Jonathan. Do try to understand it. Because I don't understand your resistance. And I don't think anyone else will either. Jonathan E.: Four or five little things make one big thing. Jonathan E.: Don't try to frighten me, you don't know how. Now I am going to Tokyo and you are not. Jonathan E.: If the rule changes stay the same, Mr. Bartholomew, I'm playing with my team. Bartholomew: Too late. The rule changes are already scheduled and announced. There's no going back. You saw to that. Jonathan E.: Then I'll see you in Tokyo. Ella: You still don't understand why I came here? Jonathan E.: You're the only person I ever wanted. I wanted you on my side, that's all. Reporter: How did you develop your style of play? Moonpie: I just imitate him. [points to Jonathan] Moonpie: And plastic surgery keeps me beautiful. Daphne: Hi. I'm Daphne. Jonathan E.: Yeah, that figures. P.A. Announcer: [before the start of the New York game] Your attention please... Rule changes for tonight's World Championship Game: No substitutions, no penalties... and no time limit! Reporter: What about the rumors of no time limit for the championship? Jonathan E.: I don't think it'll come to that... it's still a game.
: [to girl at party] You like poetry? [she murmurs assent] Moonpie: Why don't you come upstairs, I've got a poem for you.