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7 complete strangers of widely varying personality characteristics are involuntarily placed in an endless kafkaesque maze containing deadly traps.
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.
Holloway: [after Rennes is killed] I think we *have* to ask the big questions! What does it want? What is it thinking? Worth: "One down, four to go."
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: Is that your two cents worth, Worth? Worth: For what it's worth.
Leaven: [Leaven, Kazan & Worth reaching the exit of the cube] 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: Boundless human stupidity. Leaven: I can live with that.
Holloway: You've got a gift. Leaven: It's not a gift. It's just a brain.
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. I was right! All along, my whole life, I knew it! I told you, Quentin. Nobody's ever going to call me paranoid again! We've gotta get out of here and blow the lid off this thing! Worth: Holloway, you don't get it. Holloway: Then help me, please. I need to know! Worth: This may be hard for you to understand, but there is no conspiracy. Nobody is in charge. It, it's a headless blunder operating under the illusion of a master plan. Can you grasp that? Big Brother is not watching you.
Kazan: Astronomical!
Quentin: Why don't you tell us what your purpose is, Worth? Worth: Often wondered that myself. I'm just a guy, I work in an office building doing office building stuff. I wasn't exactly bursting with joie de vivre before I got here, life just sucks in general. Holloway: Oh I can't stand that attitude. Leaven: 'Cos he's right.
Quentin: Why put people in it? Worth: Because it's here. You have to use it, or you admit it's pointless. Quentin: But it, it *is* pointless. Worth: Quentin... that's my point.
Quentin: You're telling me telethon boy is a genius?
Leaven: *You* figure it out! You haven't done anything! All you do is freak out, you murderer!
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.
[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: 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.
Worth: I'm the poison. I designed the outer shell.
Worth: Hey! Listen to what I'm saying. We haven't been moving in circles, the rooms have.
Quentin: For Christ's sake, Worth, what do you live for? Do you have a wife, or a girlfriend, or something? Worth: Nope. I've gotta pretty fine collection of pornography.
Kazan: This room is... green. I wanna go back to the blue room.
Leaven: Give me a minute. Okay. The numbers are markers; points on the map, right? Worth: Right. Leaven: And how do you map a point that keeps moving? Worth: Permutations. Quentin: Permu - what? Leaven: Permutations. A list of all the coordinates that the room passes through. Like, a map that tells you where the room starts, how many times it moves, and where it moves to. Quentin: The number tells you all that? Leaven: I don't know. See, I've been looking at only one point on the map. Which is probably the starting position. All I saw was what the Cube looked like before it started to move. Quentin: Okay, so it's moving. How do we get out? Leaven: 27. - I know where the exit is. Quentin: [standing up] Where? Leaven: [ferociously] Stay away from me. Worth: Back off, Quentin! Quentin: I just want to know. Don't you want to know? Leaven: [to Worth] You remember that room we passed through before? The one with the coordinate larger than 26? Worth: What about it? Leaven: That coordinate placed the room outside the cube. Worth: A bridge! Leaven: Right! But only in its original position. Quentin: What are you talking about? Leaven: Look. The room starts off as a bridge. And then it moves its way through the maze, which is where we ran into it. But, at some point, it must return to its original position. Worth: So the bridge is only a bridge... Leaven: For a short period of time. This thing is like a giant combination lock. When the rooms are in their starting position, the lock is open. But when they move out of alignment, the lock closes!
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.
[They are staring, wide-eyed, at each other as they begin to understand the coding] Leaven: How do you map a point that keeps moving? Worth: [He thinks for a few moments, then:] Permutations. [They stare at each other again, realizing they've made a breakthrough]
Leaven: Is he dead? Worth: Not quite. Quentin: Not even close!
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.
Leaven: Give us the boot, you pig! [Quentin turns suddenly and hits Worth with the boot] Quentin: You don't want the boot! [Quentin starts beating Worth savagely with the boot]
Leaven: [to Worth and Holloway] Well... Duh! Have you been on glue all your lives? I felt guilty for ruining the world since I was like seven! God, if you need someone to blame throw a rock!
[last lines] Worth: Kazan! Get out through the door!
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: I'm not dying in a fucking rat maze!
Worth: We've been going in circles. Quentin: That can't be. Worth: [Quentin hauls Leaven off the ground and over to the window to the outside] Where are we? Leaven: I don't know. Quentin: [roaring like a lion] Where are we? Leaven: *You* figure it out! You haven't done anything! All you do is freak out, you murderer! [Leaven weeps, while Worth is oddly laughing. Quentin drops to the floor] Quentin: I guess you were right, Worth. There is no way out of here. Quentin: [Quentin begins crying, and Kazan pats his head] Get away from me. Worth: [Worth has been thinking, and he gets to his feet] Wasn't Rennes killed in that room? [Worth re-opens the door to the darkness outside and asks: ] Worth: How come there's nothing out there? Quentin: It's the edge. Worth: We weren't at the edge before. Where's the room that killed Rennes? Quentin: [flings a boot out into the darkness] Fuck off! Worth: Oh, that was good. Quentin: What difference does it make? We're dead anyways. Worth: Hey, listen to what I'm saying! There was a room there before. We haven't been moving in circles; the rooms have! Leaven: Of course. Quentin: Rooms...? Leaven: That explains the thunder and the shaking. We've been shifting the whole time. Leaven: It, it's the only logical explanation. [she climbs up to the window into darkness next to Worth] Leaven: I'm such an idiot. Worth: What are you on to, Leaven?
Quentin: Start with us. We got an escape artist and a cop. There's gotta be a reason for that. You're a doctor, Holloway. That gives you a function, a reason, right? Holloway: No! It just makes me go, "Why me and not one of the other ten million doctors out there?"
Leaven: [looking at the "room numbers"] Prime numbers. I can't believe I didn't see it before!
Worth: What do ya think? Leaven: You don't have a lot of lives left.