Cube Holloway: You've got a gift. Leaven: It's not a gift. It's just a brain. Quentin: For Christ's sake, Worth, what do you live for? Don't you have a wife, or a girlfriend, or something? Worth: Nope. I've gotta pretty fine collection of pornography. [Leaven, Kazan & Worth reaching the exit of the cube] Worth: I have nothing... to live for out there. Leaven: What is out there? Worth: Boundless human stupidity. Leaven: I can live with that. Leaven: What are you doing? You can't quit now. It's not your fault! Worth: I have nothing to live for out there. Leaven: What is out there? Worth: A boundless human stupidity. Leaven: I can live with that. Quentin: I'm not dying in a fucking rat maze! Rennes: No more talking. No more guessing. Don't even think about nothing that's not right in front of you. That's the real challenge. You've gotta save yourselves from yourselves. Worth: Hey! Listen to what I'm saying. We haven't been moving in circles, the rooms have. Worth: What do ya think? Leaven: You don't have a lot of lives left. Quentin: Is that your two cents worth, Worth? Worth: For what it's worth. Worth: There is no conspiracy. Nobody is in charge. It's a headless blunder operating under the illusion of a master plan. Worth: Big Brother isn't watching you! Quentin: Who do you think the establishment is? It's just guys like me. Their desks are bigger, but their jobs aren't. They don't conspire, they buy boats. [Quentin and Holloway are discussing who could have made the cube] Quentin: This place is... remember Scaramanga? The bad guy in "The Man With The Golden Gun?" It's some rich psycho's entertainment Holloway: [laughs] Is that what you think? Worth: You think somebody would go to all the trouble to build this thing if you could just walk out? Kazan: Astronomical! Worth: This is an accident, a forgotten, perpetual public works project. You think anybody wants to ask questions? All they want is a clear conscience and a fat paycheck. Holloway: What have we come to? It's so much worse than I thought. Worth: Not really. Just more pathetic. Quentin: Listen, we can't go climbing around in here. Holloway: Why not? Quentin: There's traps. Holloway: What do you mean traps? Quentin: Booby traps. I looked in the room down there, and something almost cut my head off. Quentin: [talking to Holloway] You listen to me, woman. Every day I mop up after your bleeding heart. The only reason you even exist is because I keep you!. I know your type. No kids, no man to fuck you. So, you go around outraged, sticking your nose up other people's assholes. Sniffing their business. Leaven: This room moves to 0, 1, and -1 on the X-axis, 2, 5, and -7 on the Y and 1, -1, and 0 on zed. Quentin: And what does that mean? Leaven: You suck at math. Quentin: Somebody has to take responsibility around here. Worth: And that somebody has to be you? Quentin: Not all of us have the luxury of playing nihilist. Worth: Not all of us are conceited enough to play hero. Holloway: It's all the same machine, right? The Pentagon, multinational corporations, the police. If you do one little job, you build a widget in Saskatoon, and the next thing you know, it's two miles under the desert, the essential component of a death machine. Holloway: [after Rennes is killed] I think we have to ask the big question: What does it want? What is it thinking? Worth: One down, four to go. Kazan: This room is... green. I wanna go back to the blue room. Quentin: But why put people in it? Worth: Because it's here. You have to use it, or you admit that it's pointless. Quentin: But it *is* pointless. Worth: Quentin... that's my point.
