Rat Race Page #3

- They'll never come around again.

- Exactly.

Excuse me.

Do you know what's going on?

Free grub.

That's what's going on.

This room is fabulous.

- Does anybody know why we're here?

- Beats me.

Oh, my God.

You should sue somebody.

I did it myself.

- What?

- He did it himself from a kit.

I knew I recognized you.

You're the referee-- the bonehead.

That's just the media

blowing it out of proportion.

My hairdresser's husband

lost $800 because of you.

- Everybody thinks we flip quarters.

- Can I have a picture with you?

It's really

a commemorative coin. Look.

- Smile.

- Please. You--

Am I too late?

Look. I won a coin.

A gold coin.

Isn't this wonderful?

Look at this room.

What a beautiful room.

Have you seen this room?

Yes! We're in it.

I am Enrico Pollini.

Now, I know what you are thinking.

Enrico is a girl's name.

- No, I wasn't.

- No pun intended.

- What pun is that?

- Food. Look at all this food.

What a beautiful party.

Little cockdoggies.

They're called

cocktail wienies.

Wienies. I'm so sorry.

My English is not so good.

But I'm learning.

That's it. Vera.

We're outta here.

-I want to say good-bye. Bye, y'all.

-Excuse me.

Thank you all for coming. I'm

Donald Sinclair. I own this hotel.

We don't have much time.

There's a meteor the size of North

Carolina heading straight for Earth.

The impact is going to kill every

thing and everyone on this planet.

I built a bunker in the basement

strong enough to withstand the blast.

There's room for eight people. I have

chosen the seven of you, plus me.

When this is over, we will repopulate

and re-civilize the planet.

I couldn't resist! I'm sorry.

A joke. He made a joke.

Do sit down, please. Merrill, you

and your mother can sit over here.

- How do you know she's my mother?

- Alas, there are no secrets anymore.

Actually, that's not quite true.

There is one secret, one last secret.

It involves all of you.

- I'm getting goose pimples.

- Hey--

Ah, Mr. Schaffer!

Curiosity got the better

of you, eh? Come and sit down.

- I'm fine. Thanks.

- You haven't missed anything.

We were just

cutting to the chase.

Cutting to the chase.

Well, you'll laugh later.

Now, as you know, the odds against

winning a jackpot downstairs...

or hitting the state lottery

are astronomical-- millions to one.

A serious person doesn't

even bother, but today...

you have the chance

of playing a game...

where the odds of winning

are one in six.

One in six.

It's one throw...

of the dice.

This is my attorney,

Mr. Grisham...

who tragically was born

without a personality.

Mr. Grisham insists anyone who wishes

to participate in our experiment...

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