The Making of 'The Thing'

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We're a thousand miles

from nowhere, man,

and it's gonna get a hell of

a lot worse before it gets any better!

Well, stick to it,

Windows, stick to it.

Nothin' wrong with this Norwegian,

physiologically anyway.

- No drugs, no alcohol, nothin'.

- Hmm.

Well, what we got here

is what appears to be, anyway,

a normal set of internal organs.

Heart,

lungs, kidneys, liver,

intestines.

Seem to be normal.

...one, door number two

and door number three.

l think that Dawn Screen here

has got the most to trade in.

l went to you first.

You brought your friend, Anna.

You've been consulting Anna

all through the show.

- You may as well consult her

one more time.

- l know how this one ends.

Clark, will you put this mutt

with the others where it belongs ?

Yeah, okay.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

What are you waiting for ?

l don't know

what the hell's in there.

- lt's weird and pissed off,

whatever it is.

- Bennings, go get Childs.

What is this ? What's goin'on ?

- Hey, Palmer, what is this ?

- l don't know.

Childs !

Mac wants the flamethrower!

- Mac wants the what ?

- That's what he said!

- Now, move !

- Damn it!

- Stand back.

- Mac, what is it ?

No ! No ! God!

- Don't! Don't! No !

- Get back ! Get back !

Get your ass over here ! Burn it!

Damn it, Childs,

torch it!

Oh, my God.

Oh ! Ohh !

Look. Son of a bitch.

What we're talking

about here is an organism...

that imitates other life-forms,

and it imitates them perfectly.

When this thing

attacked our dogs,

it tried to digest 'em,

absorb them.

And in the process shape

its own cells to imitate them.

This, for instance.

That's not dog.

lt's imitation.

We got to it before

it had time to finish.

Finish what ?

Finish imitating these dogs.

Easy. Easy. Good.

Easy. Easy.

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