Bill: Could I please go now?
Ann: No. Not yet.
Bill: How much time do I have left?
Ann: As soon as you are no longer a danger to yourself or others, you may leave.
Bill: And who determines that?
Ann: I do, initially.
Bill: And who does finally?
Ann: My supervisor.
Bill: Your immediate supervisor?
Bill: Okay. So you could highly recommend to him that I be released, and he would take that into account.
Ann: When you're ready.
Bill: Well, what do I have to do to get ready?
Ann: You need to accept the fact that you're going to be here for a while.
Bill: You're ruling out the possibility of a miraculous recovery.
Bill: [into intercom] Can I get an order of booty and a side order of Xanax, preferably a blonde, for a condemned man?
Ann: The day, how did it start for you?
Bill: Well, the Sun, which is a massive hydrogen and, what is it? It's combusting away. And the um, the hemisphere rotated enough that we could...
Ann: But, for you...
Bill: You trying to separate me from the Sun?
Supervisor: How would you complete the phrase: I before E, except after...
Bill: Could you repeat that one.
Supervisor: I before E, except after...
Bill: Except after 9 AM.
Ann: Lie to him, and then kill him? Why don't we just kill him?
Official: That would be illegal, wouldn't it, Doctor?
Ann: I know the country you were describing. I was a girl there. It's gone. There's nothing, now, but this nightmare of you, me, and my sister.