Damon Killian: Hi, cutie-pie. You know, one of us is in deep trouble. You know who I am?
Ben Richards: I've seen you before. You're the asshole on TV.
Damon Killian: That's funny. I was gonna say the same thing about you.
Dynamo: Thought it was pretty funny out there in the zone. What's the matter now, bitch? Why aren't you laughing?
Amber: Because there's nothing funny about a dickless moron with a battery up his ass.
Laughlin: Who the hell is this?
Ben Richards: She's the one who turned me in at the airport. Guess this is her reward.
Amber: Oh, go ahead. Make jokes. It's all your fault I'm here. They think I'm helping you out. They even think I'm your girlfriend.
Ben Richards: I can straighten that out. You see that camera up there? I'll strangle you in front of the whole audience.
[Footage of what really happened at Bakersfield has just been shown to the audience and home viewers.]
Damon Killian: Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll please bear with us. We are experiencing technical difficulties.
Mick: Begin satellite coding sequence. Load uplink code into transponder grid. Shunt power to main circuits. Mr. Spock, you have the conn.
Tech: Who's Mr. Spock?
Agnes: Okay. I think the next kill will be made by...Ben Richards!
Killian: Hold it, hold it. Agnes, Richards is a runner. You gotta pick a stalker!
Agnes: I can pick anyone I choose. And I choose...Ben Richards. That boy's one mean mother fucker.
Damon Killian: Drop dead!
Ben Richards: I don't do requests.
Richards: No. I won't kill a helpless human being. Not even sadistic scum...like you.
Ben Richards: Killian. I'll be back.
Damon Killian: Only in a rerun.