I am through with just snapping my fingers and getting my way.
Coffee Shop Waitress:
Uh, no breakfast after 11.
[snaps fingers and clock turns back from 11 to 10:55]
My absolutely last thing!
Wake up, Ben. Hey, rise and shine, big boy. How you feeling?
Where am I?
Back on Earth. We’re in quarantine. Victor’s medical facility.
Oh, they’re fine. Everybody else is fine.
What’s wrong with me?
I swear to you, Ben, they’ve done everything humanly possible. The best plastic surgeons in the world are here, Ben. You had the best.
[Johnny picks up a hand mirror on the bed table before Ben can reach it, reluctant to give it to him]
Give me that mirror.
I don’t think if that’s a good idea. They said the shock alone…
I said, give me that goddamn mirror!
Okay, Ben. Just be strong.
[Ben grabs it from him. Then slowly raises it to look and see that he’s totally normal]
Unfortunately, the doctors just couldn’t do anything to fix your face.
All of you people, blocking the intersection, you’re all idiots.
Rail Crossing Crowd #1:
You’re the one that threw the dude’s car at her. And what’s with the train?
Rail Crossing Crowd #2:
Why didn’t you just go straight up in the air with the car? You’ve obviously injured that poor woman.
Rail Crossing Crowd #3:
She’s right. She should sue you.
Okay. Well, you should sue McDonald’s, ‘cause they fucked you up.
Difficult, not impossible.
All more proof you’re insane.
Why do you look so impressed?
Will you still love me in the morning?
Forever and ever, babe
You know the feeling you get when standing in a high place, the sudden urge to jump…
[looks over the cliff, as if considering jumping, then comes back to reality]
I don’t have it.
We know you’re frustrated, Jack Bruno…
No. No more ”Jack Bruno this, Jack Bruno that.” I’ve been asking for answers…
You already know the answers, Jack Bruno. My brother and I are indeed not from your planet.
That’s it? So that’s it? Mystery solved! You two want me to believe that you’re both aliens.
It is the truth.
Really? Well, you don’t look like aliens.
Well, what does an alien look like, Jack Bruno?
You know what aliens look like. They look like, like little green people with antennas and, and laser guns and, ”Take me to your leader, Earthlings.”
[Barbossa is giving orders and Jack repeats the order]
What are you doin’?
What are *you* doin’?
No, what *are* you doin’?
What are *you* doin’?
*No!* What *are* you doin’?
What are *you* doin’? Captain gives orders on the ship.
The captain of the ship *is* givin’ orders.
My ship, makes me captain.
They be my charts!
Well, that makes you
Stow it! Both of you! That’s an order! Understand?
[Jack and Barbossa stare at him]
Sorry. I just thought with the Captain issue in doubt, I’d throw my name in for consideration, sorry.
I’d vote for you.