"Fucker... Um, 'Dude, Where's My Car?'."
"Yeah, like Pee-Wee motherfucking Hermann."
"Ouch. 'You Don't Know Jack'."
"I know a shit ton more than you do jackass."
"No Frank, that was my title."
What? Oh, good shift."
"'Jumpin Jack Flash'."
'"Flash Gordon in the 21st Century'."
"'The Powder Flash of Death'."
"'Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey'."
"Think of the movie poster."
"Damn. Death. Good one."
"'Planes Trains and Automobiles'."
"Damn, this is a good chain."
"Fuck. Um...'The End of the World in Our Usual Bed in a Night Full of Rain'."
"Wait, Eddie, what the flying fuck was that last one?"
"Jeez Frank, do you think they make all the movies in the US?"
"No Eddie, remember, I'm the one who speaks several languages? I just never heard of that movie."
"It was originally entitled 'La Fine del mondo nel nostro solito letto in una notte piena di pioggia'. It's a Lina Wertmüller, from the late 70's. I translated the title it to make it work better."
"Newsflash buddy, it didn't connect to the previous movie title in any way. Subculture only gets you so far. You lose."
"No way man, it is a deep connection - you have to look at the tile in the context of the song by REM 'Its the End of the World as We Know It'."
"What? What the fuck are you talking about?!"
"Think of the first line of the song, connect it to the title."
"Da-da-da... Airplane...O.K., clever, but that is a by-valence connection at best. By your logic, you could apply that movie to 'Snakes on a Plane' using your silly REM interpretation. No dice."
"Shit Frank, that is a great one! I never even thought of that."
"Eddie, its crap. I'm not accepting it."
"Who died and left you in charge of the rules?"
"The rules are simple - the title of the last movie mentioned has to be connected to the title of the next movie mentioned. The connection needs to be a word, image, theme, or concrete idea, but puns are acceptable."
"The end of the world is a concrete image!"
"It is going to be a fuckload more concrete to someone if they don't let us in soon. We've been waiting in this goddamned lobby for almost an hour. This game is now officially unamusing."
"Maybe you should go check with the receptionist again?"
"She told me that if I asked again, we'd have to leave."
"Ugh. Fucking receptionists."
"I could go ask."
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
"Why not? I'm not you, right? I'll raise hell if she tries to kick us out. I haven't asked once yet."
"O.K. Just remember Eddie, we need to impress these people. Very important. Be polite and shit."
"Sure thing. Be right back."
"Wow, that didn't take long. What did you... oh Eddie. What the fuck did you do?"
"Frank, do you have any soda water? This is the only good shirt I have with me, and you know how brains..."
"Eddie, what the bloody blue fuck did you just do!?"
"Oh,what? Nothing, we can go in now."
"WHAT DID YOU DO EDDIE?!"
"The receptionist told me that we could get in to see him over her dead body. I simply took her up on her offer. I was very pleasant Frank, I even thanked her before I plugged her."
"Oh man. Lets go. I can't believe you blew this."
"Heh, 'Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead'?"
"'Stop, or My Mom Will Shoot'"
"Gotcha. Lets go."