“At least now you know there is a… slightly foxed… copy of The People of the Monolith.”
“Hey, it worked as a distraction.”
“Yes, multi-thousand-dollar books will do that.”
“Or, ‘time is a fickle bitch.'”
“Oohh, I don’t know I’m in a horror movie yet.”
“You think you’re in an action-adventure movie.”
“What do you see?”
“Um… creepy shit. Can we just take the book and leave?”
“Is that the book?”
“I don’t know. Can we just grab all the books and leave?”
“I would like to book it… with the books.
“There’s an Alice-shaped hole…”
“He rolled a six.”
“I rolled a six too, if you add the dice together. Instead of the 51 I actually got.”
“That’s because you bought an eighteen foot Joker gun.”
“Well, I’m going to run. And then probably die in a horrible, nasty walk-up apartment in Boston. With an evil book in my hands.”
“I actually expected you to work together, not cover the rest of the party. With your viscera.”
“And if you could see the water it was summoned from, you would run for a puddle of alcohol.”
“I’m going to run. There may, in fact, be a puddle of alcohol at the end.”
“So you’re moving at 8… And you…”
“I have really pretty shoes on.”
“So was that a success or a failure?”
“Not at all when he gets caught stealing money from me.”
“Yes. That, and other debts…”
“Nope, not good with this thing that you just laid out a fish-man with…”
“So I figured, why not signal the cops and shoot the fish-man?”
“It’s killing a fish-frog. That’s not really murder.”
“I will run towards her, I guess, signaling, ‘Danger, run the opposite direction!'”
“It’s just as large as god intended, Matt. I don’t even know what we’re talking about…”
“You brought a knife to a gun fight? I mean, you brought a Deep One to a gun fight, but…”
“You’re yelling, ‘Run,’ at the woman only only sometimes listens to ME.”
“Rarely.”
“What I’m hearing is, ‘Run,’ like, ‘Get here faster.'”
“Seriously, I’m going to have to make a sanity check based on your actions.”
“‘Things seen: Alice in action…'”
“Bang-bang-gurgle-fuck you’re dead.”
“I’m not ditching her to go fight the old man with the knife. I’m just going to encourage leaving…”
“Did we tell him where we were from?”
“I think you actually told him you were from the library in Australia, despite the lack of Australian accents…”
“Can we do this nonchalantly?”
“When we get around the corner. Until then, we should hustle.”
“So that would be a ‘no’ to the nonchalant walking…”
“You’re taking pictures again, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m starting the car.”
“It’s the only other spell he has: summon Dagon.”
“‘You’ll never guess who we met in Boston!'”
“If you make a puddle in this car – so help me…”
“Okay, is that retroactive? If the puddle dries before you see it, does it count…?”
“Okay, I’m so scared, I think I just peed tears.”
“Herbert, can we get back in the car and take him to the hospital?”
“No! No names!”
“I’m going to make two sets of notes. One is a very factual, newspaper style account; the other is notes for my pulp adventure novel…”
“So if I’m not too drunk to think about it…”
“You’re too drunk to think about it.”
“We couldn’t stop there; it was Dagon country.”
“Well, in the future, I know not to empty my clip, because I have to save one bullet for myself…”