[while cutting open a corpse's head
When I think about them, you know, out there, in their rooms, on the streets, utilizing public transportation, downloading pornography, ordering their lives out of catalogues, cashing welfare checks, the whining, bitching, moaning, suing, copulating, and multiplying - it makes me sick. What we need, brothers and sisters, is less of them and more of these.
SPOILER: Halfway through the end credits, the film cut's back to Dr. Ben Stravinsky looking at his watch, counting down the final seconds of a poison taking effect. See more