Australian billionaire, Sly Morgan is invited to join the Stark Conspiracy, a group of the world's richest people who plan to save themselve...更多>
CD: Unrequited love is the pits. I'd rather watch a telethon. Gordon Gordon: I like you, Mr Mosley CD: Liking is for pansies, Mr Gordon. Personally, I don't like anyone. Sly Morgan: My God, Tyron! The most delicate operation in the history of the world, and you have to go and stick your mentally retarded relos into the frame! Ocker Tyron: This stupid bird thinks you're building a leisure centre! What's the problem? Sly Morgan: Oh, no problem! None at all! Only that I'm in business with a brain-dead corporate yobbo, who's idea of clinching a real-estate deal is to send round a bunch of neanderthal nazis to organise a bloody pogrom! Magistrate: Dress it up how you like, Mr Dobson. As far as I am concerned, defacing municipal tarmac is vandalism, pure and simple. As for the explanation you offered the police, that you were [peers over glasses at report] Magistrate: only trying to get laid, I find it impudent, and duplicitous. You are a mischievous, undesirable, social malcontent, who holds the best bloody state, in the best bloody country in the world in total bloody contempt. What's more, as I understand it you're a Pom! 200 dollar fine, now bugger off! Magistrate: Rachel O'Donohue: Insulting Police Officers. Dangerous Driving. A Bald [peers over glasses at report] Magistrate: Offside Rear Tyre. Yet further additions to an already *shameful* catalogue of *pointless* misdemeanours. Let me tell you young lady, it fair gripes my gizzard to see you come before me *time* after *time* like this. You're young, you're bright, you're *crackin'* easy on the eye, when in twelve types of buggery are you goin' to pull yourself together? Security Guard: [burst of machine gun fire] Stay where you are! Zimmerman: Okay, when I give the word, Rachel, CD, duck out to the left. Karen go to the right. Walter, stay in the light. Walter: Nice. Can I dig a hole? Zimmerman: Gives them a focus. If we all disappear, they might open up again. Security Guard: Oi! What are you muttering about? If you've got something to say, you say it to me. Zimmerman: Now! Security Guard: Hey! Everyone get back in the light. Walter: Hey, man. What's with the orders? Did we get married or something? I didn't notice. What about the please word? It wouldn't hurt. Security Guard: All of you get back in the light. This is private property. Walter: No mate, that [pointing to other side of the fence] Walter: is private property. This is the desert, and it belongs to the stars. We are star travellers, and we come in peace. Zimmerman: [knocks out security guard] Walter: [pointing to Zimmerman] Except him.