[last lines]
Michael:
Welcome. I am Michael. I take care of the place while the master is away.
Torgo:
I am Torgo, I take care of the place while the Master is away.
Torgo:
There is no way out of here. It'll be dark soon. There is no way out of here.
Torgo:
There is nothing to fear, madam. The Master likes you. Nothing will happen to you. He likes you.
Margaret:
Likes me? I thought you said he was dead.
Torgo:
Dead? No, madam. Not dead the way you know it. He is with us always. Not dead the way you know it. He is with us always.
Margaret:
Mike, I don't like this.
Mike:
It's nothing to worry about. It's only your imagination.
Master's Wife:
Your power fails you!
The Master:
You have failed us Torgo. For this you must die.
The Master:
Manos, God of primal darkness. As thou has decreed so have I done. The hands of fate have doomed this man. Thy will is done.
Torgo:
But master, you have six wives. Why can't I have one for myself?
The Master:
You are not one of us. Therefore you can not have one of them.
Master's Wife:
The woman is all we want! The others must die! They ALL must die! We do not even want the woman!
The Master:
Arise my wifes. Give ear to the words of Manos. Arise my wifes! And hear the will of Manos!
The Master:
Find them! They must not escape, find them!
Master's Wife:
No! Leave them alone! We cannot kill a child!
The Master:
Enough talk! Find them! Manos will be served!
The Master:
You have caused enough trouble. I think your service to us is at its end now!
Torgo:
You were his first wife, but he's grown sick of you. He doesn't want you any more, I don't even want you anymore!
Michael:
[gesturing at the painting] That must be your master. Where did you say he was again?
Torgo:
He has left this world, but he is with us always. No matter where we go he is with us.
The Master:
Kill! Kill! Kill! Manos has decreed it. Kill! Kill! Kill!
Cop:
[to the drunk teenagers] Well, whatever it is you're *not* doing, go *don't* do it somewhere else!
Torgo:
The master would not approve.
Michael:
Torgo, where's the phone? You know, telephone, like Alexander Graham Bell?
Torgo:
There is no phone here, sir. The Master does not approve of such devices.
Margaret:
Then where is the nearest phone?
Torgo:
The nearest phone is at the crossroads. That's ten miles.
[first lines]
Debbie:
Mom, I'm cold.
[final title card]
Title card:
The end?
Teenager in Car:
[to the policemen] Why don't you just leave us alone?复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
