Richard DawsonQuotes

Damon Killian: [on video] And who loves you, and who do you LOVE?!

Studio Audience: KILLIAN!!!

Killian: [zoom in; zoom in further; "KILLIAN IS LYING TO YOU" appears on the screen] YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!

Audience member: Hey, what's going on?!

Killian: [on video; stills appear of the corpses that Amber found in the locker room] We don't lie - lie - lie... like our previous winners Whitman, Price, and Haddad. You remember them! There they are at this very moment, basking under the Maui sun, their debt to society paid in full. Watch that screen.

Dispatcher: [to Richards] Yankee Nine-Niner, what's the status of the crowd?

Ben Richards: Food riot in progress. Approximately 1,500 civilians. No weapons are evident.

Dispatcher: Proceed with Plan Alpha, eliminate anything moving.

Richards: I said the crowd is unarmed! There are lots of women and children down there. All they want is some food, for God's sake!

Dispatcher: As you were, Richards. Proceed with Plan Alpha. All rioters must be eliminated.

Richards: The hell with you! I will not fire at helpless human beings!

Dispatcher: You have your orders, Yankee Nine-Niner, proceed with Plan Alpha.

Tony: Where's it coming from?

Brenda: The network satellite.

Stevie: [menacingly] Don't touch that dial!

Richards: Abort mission. We return to base...

Dispatcher: Saunders, do you copy? Take command. Detain Richards and proceed as ordered.

Soldier: Richards, what the fuck are you doing?!

Killian: Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll please bear with us, we're experiencing technical difficulties!

Agnes McArdle: Bullshit!!

Richards: It's showtime!

Damon Killian: OK Agnes. Who do you think is going to make the next kill? Fireball or Dynamo?

Agnes McArdle: [thinks; Audience boos] Boy, that is a toughie. Umm...I am going to go with...Ben Richards.

Killian: Agnes, Ben Richards is a Runner. You have to elect a Stalker.

Agnes: I can vote for anyone I want and I endorse...Ben Richards. That boy is one mean motherfucker!

Bettor: [at street bookie; other bettors join the bidding; bookie shrugs shoulders and sets up the board at RICHARDS: 100-1] Two hundred dollars for Richards!!!!

Damon Killian: [audience laughs] You know how this works. The game zone is divided into four hundred square blocks, left over from the big quake of 97, and I don't think any of us will ever forget that. Once inside the zone, the Runners have three hours, they've got to go through all four game quads, three hours or less, and they're gonna need every second, cause you know who's on their tail?

Studio Audience: The Stalkers!

Killian: Who?!

Studio Audience: THE STALKERS!!!

Killian: And you know what happens then!!

Studio Audience: Anything goes!

Killian: What?!

Studio Audience: ANYTHING GOES!!!

Killian: [goes back up the stage; faces audience with arms up high] Right! Without further ado, it's time to start... RUNNING!!

Killian: [to Richards] On your marks! Get set!...

Ben Richards: [[w:I'll be back|I'll be back] Killian! ].

Killian: [pauses; softly; loudly; Richards' sled launches; Laughlin's sled launches] Only in a rerun. GO!! GO!!

Laughlin: You son of a bitch!

Killian: [Weiss's sled launches] GO!! YES!!

Damon Killian: [On the phone getting chewed out by government officials for the death of Subzero; [Gilligan's Island; Hums a few bars from "The Ballad of Gilligan's Island"] Yes, I know a Stalker died. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Well, it IS a contact sport. Now look, you people at the Justice Department cannot have it both ways! You hired me to entertain. If you want to keep the people away from tax revolts, food riots, and bread lines and parked in front of their TVs? Well, you ain't gonna get that with reruns of ]!...Gilligan's Island?...You know!...'...Yes, the one with the boat!