Cube²: Hypercube (2002)
Jerry Whitehall: How do you do, Mrs. Paley?
Mrs. Paley: Hello.
Jerry Whitehall: You don't happen to know why you're here, do you?
Mrs. Paley: Oh, dear, I was never very good at philosophy.
[Some of the others chuckle at this]
Jerry Whitehall: Each one of these rooms has six of these doors and portals, but no matter how many different doors and portals I go through I always end up in the same three rooms.
Kate Filmore: Are you okay? Did you hit your head?
Max Reisler: Yeah, I slipped. It's a wall - it wiggled.
Jerry Whitehall: I've been trying to get a handle on the configuration of these rooms. All I can say is...
Simon Grady: They just don't make any sense.
Jerry Whitehall: That's right - they sure don't.
Max Reisler: It is as if the rooms are moving around very quickly.
Jerry Whitehall: There's gotta be some kind of logic to it. You go in one direction and the room just loops back on itself.
Kate Filmore: Okay, let's just say we are in this hypercube or whatever; does this diagram show us how to get out?
Jerry Whitehall: Well... no. You see a hypercube isn't supposed to be real. It's just a theoretical construct.
Jerry Whitehall: 60.659 rooms?
Kate Filmore: This place must be huge.
Mrs. Paley: Oh yes. In a hypercube there can be 60 million rooms.
Simon Grady: What happens if whatever that was in there, that killed the guy - killed me, what happens if that fucking thing gets in here?
Kate Filmore: Who are you?
Simon Grady: Yeah, it's me. Good old Simon. Do you remember this, do you? Well, I've waited a long time for payback.
Kate Filmore: But, that was just seconds ago.
Simon Grady: Don't be so stupid Kate. You know time works differently in this place.
Mrs. Paley: I'm not crazy. And I'm not hard of hearing either.
[turns to an empty corner]
Mrs. Paley: I told you no one would believe me!
Colonel Thomas H. Maguire: [Maguire opens the portal to a new room, but ignores the room to look at the sides of the portal] Numbers. Where's the goddamn numbers?
[the portal closes before he can decide what to do]
Colonel Thomas H. Maguire: Oh God, oh God. There has to be something.
[He opens the briefcase, but it does not hold whatever he was looking for]
Colonel Thomas H. Maguire: Oh, goddamn it! I mean, they're my numbers! Don't I at least get a shot at my numbers, you stupid fucks? I want a chance! God. I want a chance, like everyone else!