They don't seem very hostile, John Spartan.
No, they don't.
Now that's a thing of beauty.
Huxley, do you know what this is?
A 1970 Oldsmobile 442.
With a 455-cubic-inch engine.
Radial tires and bucket seats.
So did I. Hand over the glow-rod.
Your friends, too. Come on, move!
You got bold-balls cop, coming down here after the show you put on.
We're looking for a murder-death-killer.
Can you help us or just bully us with your primitive weapons?
Well, maybe they're not so primitive.
So, you think you're taking me in?
You tell Cocteau he can kiss my ass.
Yeah, that's right.
You tell Cocteau, it's gonna take an army of assholes to get rid of me... 'cause I don't give a shit.
I got nothing to lose.
I don't wanna rain on your parade, pal,
but I don't know who the hell you are,
let alone want to take you anywhere.
So stay here, be well and Cocteau's an asshole!
Let's take them and dump them up top.
They're only down here to spy on us.
Wait a minute.
You're the guy outside Taco Bell.
What do you want?
I guess, you weren't part of the Cocteau plan.
Greed, deception, abuse of power. That's no plan.
That's why everybody's down here?
You got that right.
See... according to Cocteau's plan,
I'm an enemy because I like to think.
I like to read.
I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice.
I'm the kind of guy who likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder, gee,
should I have the T-Bone steak
or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with a side order of gravy fries?
I want high cholesterol.
I want to eat bacon, and butter, and buckets of cheese, okay?
I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section.
I want to run through the streets naked
with green Jell-o all over my body reading Playboy magazine.
Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal?
I've seen the future. You know what it is?
It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around his beige pajamas...
drinking a banana-broccoli shake and singing I'm an Oscar Meyer Wiener.
Live up top, you live Cocteau's way.
What he wants, when he wants, how he wants.
Your other choice? Come down here.
Maybe starve to death.
All right, then why don't you take charge and lead these people out of here?
I'm no leader.
I do what I have to do.
Sometimes people come with me.