The Zero Theorem Page #2

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- Party?

- I'll just give you the address.

You turn up and I'll do the rest.

We're afraid we can't.

What, staying in and

washing your hair?

We have to stay home,

wait for our call.

Look, do you want my help or not?

We fear parties.

Never quite know where to stand.

(LAUGHING)

You kill me, you lunatic. You

don't know where to stand?

You gotta love it.

I'll see you tonight, Quinn.

It's Qohen.

Hey! Quinn!

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING INSIDE)

That's the wrong way.

This way. This way.

Party. Party. Come in. Come in.

MAN:
Yeah.

This is the main room,

everything's free in there.

Hello, Barbara. How you

doing, darling? All right?

You... She can't...

You see what this is?

You see this? Know what it is?

That's marble. It's real marble.

This place is covered in it.

It's my uncle's.

It was my uncle's. He lost everything

in the Sit On My Facebook crash.

The removal men are coming tomorrow

but tonight, it's ours,

so you party. Heh. Whoo!

- Is Management here?

- Mm! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Keep it down. You don't wanna

start a rumour, right?

- Where's Management?

- Shh.

When he gets here,

I'll let you know.

In the meantime, lighten up.

Have some fun for a change.

And mingle, Quinn.

Mingle, all right?

It's Qohen.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(MAN LAUGHS)

Hi.

I love the look.

Final evolution or re-product?

Maximum brain, minimalist body.

Excuse us.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

()

(CLINKING)

(GASPS)

Sit.

Now, what seems to be the problem?

We simply want to go home.

Home?

(MUTTERS)

We can tell that you are a

man who values his solitude,

and we too are better

off left alone.

We fail to see the logic

in wasting time commuting

to a cubicle where we

work independently

amid other workers

similarly cubicled.

We could easily double

the output there

at home.

And our chief concern is

that we might miss our call.

You see, we've been waiting

for a call all our life now.

And, well, we've...

The nature or the origin of our

call remains a mystery to us.

We can't help but hope

that it will provide us with a

purpose we've long lived without.

You're quite insane, Mr. Leth.

We're sorry to have disturbed you.

- Drink?

- No.

MAN:
Drink?

Oh! Whoa, Quinn, you

chrome dome bastard.

Where are you sneaking off?

Sneaky, sneaky.

- Give me that coat.

- We've seen him.

- Who?

- Management.

Would you stop? Management

parties incognito.

- No, this isn't what he...

- You're blowing his cover.

We really must go home now.

JOBY:
No. Look, I'll sort something out.

I'll get you a proper meeting with him.

There's no way you're going

without something to eat.

It's Qohen.

- We've had, apparently, our meeting.

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