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-What are we gonna do?

Let's just take it easy now. I'm sure

they know by now that we're stuck.

Yeah, your husband works here, right?

-Yeah, he'll have us out in no time.

Don't worry.

They play like wimps. Guys like that

give basketball a bad name.

They'll beat the Knicks with their eyes

closed and hand tied behind their back.

Duane here. What?

Which one?

No. Nothing here.

Between twenty-one and twenty-two?

Ok.

-What?

They must've fixed that light.

It's getting hot in here.

-Yeah, well there's no air.

Help. Someone out there, we're stuck.

-Are you sure they know we're in here?

Yeah, of course. Don't worry.

We're on 22. Did you cut the power?

-Doing it now.

Cut. Safety system's taking over.

-We're going to open the doors now.

My wife took that elevator.

-Don't worry. They get them out now.

Are you sure this is the right key?

-Well, it fits, doesn't it?

Yeah, but it doesn't work. Don't tell me

that's what your wife said last night.

It's like a sauna in here.

-This can't be right. -Get us out.

Someone out there, let me out.

-It's no use, they can't hear us.

I want out, let me out. -Oh, great.

-If that doesn't get their attention.

Turn that damned alarm off! Shut it off!

-I can't!

Oh my God.

-Oh my God.

Eh?

-No.

Duane. We have a problem with the doors.

-What kind of problem?

The doors are stuck. I dunno,

we have to think of something else.

You got the right key?

-Course!

F***.

Are you crazy?

-My wife's pregnant!

We do that. There's no need to panic.

-I'm not panicking. Get out the way.

Give me that axe. F***.

-What the f***?

Tim, it's going down!

Excuse me!

Duane, it's Tim, the elevator's

going down. I thought

you cut the power.

-I did. I don't know what's happening.

I'll alert lobby security.

-Copy that. The express elevator.

We'll buy them all a cup of coffee.

Mitch. Excuse me.

Two over easy, comin' up.

-Lou, give me a poke in a boat

and float it, Joe. -Here you go.

-Ah, thanks, Peggy. -Hey, you.

Something wrong, sir?

-Yeah, you can say that again.

What's the problem?

-3 hamburgers, 24 dollars. What,

you think I am too dumb to notice?

-Sorry. We need to fix the register.

Register my ass. Now, you're trying

to pull a fast one on me, ain't you?

Hey! She said she was sorry.

You shouldn't talking to her like that.

-What? -You're out of line, man.

-It's all right, Mark.

Shut your f***ing mouth, you moron.

-What?

What? Must be a deaf moron.

-You got a big mouth.

Mark, your pastrami's getting cold.

-Yeah. F*** off, d*ckhead.

Come on, come on.

-Your bill. The coffee's on the house.

Why d'you stop me? I could take him.

-The guy's bigger than you are.

He needed to be taught a lesson.

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