[Settling down to a rare steak dinner in the city, Larry and Nadine duck when they hear a gunshot.]
Oh, I think I lost my appetite.
I mean, we gotta get outta the city. I mean, it's not just the odds of getting shot. You have any idea what it's going to smell like in two weeks? Five million people rotting in the July sun!
[Nadine pulls out a bottle of pills, but Larry stops her from taking any.]
Yeah, I'm sorry. It's none of my business.
Apology accepted...mostly because I think you're right. The Big Apple is baked.
[Repeated lines.]
TMTrashcan Man
Bump-dee-bump! My life for you!
[Abagail Freemantle talks to God as she works around Hemingford Home.]
I hear ya, Lord, and I'm in the way o' doin' your will… but I don't much like it!
. . .
Oh, I'll do what you say, Lord — don't I always? But even your own Son prayed that the cup be taken from his lips, and I'm… prayin' the same thing. Heh heh. Probably… get about the same answer, too! [laughs]
[Randall Flagg visits Lloyd in his prison cell.]
Can you let me outta here, mister? I'll do anything you want.
You poor guy. You look like ka-ka! [giggles] Tell me something, Lloyd—
Lucky guess. How'd you stay alive so long?
I saw it coming down, and I saved up some food, that's how.
[Flagg points to Lloyd's cot, and the mattress pulls itself up, revealing a partially-eaten rat.]
Brer Rat, how'd he taste?
[snivelling] Poke should be here, not me! Everything was Poke's idea!
And you got stuck with nothin' to eat but Rat Tartar.
. . .
Oh! I never even introduced myself, did I? Pleased to meet you, Lloyd. Hope you guess my name.
Oh, uh… nothing. Just a little classical reference.
⇒ "Pleased to meet you / Hope you guess my name" are two lines from the chorus of The Rolling Stones' song "Sympathy for the Devil".
[Larry and Nadine argue over her refusal to enter the Lincoln Tunnel; she pulls out a bottle of pills, but he snatches them]
And you've had plenty of those, thank you very much!
No, ma'am. I'm not gonna stand here in the middle of five million dead people and watch you commit suicide! [throws pills away]
NOOOO! [slaps him] How dare you! [storms off]
Okay. Where're you going?
Going to the George Washington Bridge! By myself!
Pfft. I don't need this prima donna act… Missy! I really don't! You have fun… getting raped and murdered back on 7th Avenue! Sweetheart!
[Stu happily pets Glen Bateman's dog, Kojak.]
He's the first dog I've seen in, uh… well, since the third week of June.
Yeah. Superflu took most of the dogs… right along with their idiot masters. Most unfair.
[Nadine dreams of the Dark Man.]
So… cold! No! He's warm, not you!
But I'm the one you belong to, Nadine. You are the Promised One.
[petulantly] Why me? Who promised?
[Nick, meeting Tom Cullen, applauds his mannequin displays posed to replace the missing townspeople.]
Thanks. Decoration is my hobby. M-O-O-N, that spells "hobby".
. . .
[While Nick is stymied trying to explain to an illiterate Tom that he's mute, Tom stares for a moment, then brightens.]
I got it, Mister! I got it! You're just like old Albion Packalot's hired man! Tom Cullen knows what that is! M-O-O-O-N, that spells "deaf and dumb"!
. . .
[Tom frets to Nick about how everyone "up and went to Kansas City".]
Everybody's… always talkin' about what a dull town this is, since the roller rink went bust. And there's just the drive-in theater out on Route 61, and… all they show is them diddly-daddly pictures, and they're all rated "X". M-O-O-N, that spells "X".
[Tom excitedly hops on the bicycle that Nick brought him.]
All right, I'm ready! Laws, yes! M-O-O-N, that spells "ready"!
[The two of them start out for Hemingford Home.]
Woo-hoo! M-O-O-N, that spells "Nebraska"!
[Nick and Tom meet up with spoiled-brat Julie Lawry.]
JLJulie Lawry
You're name's Tom, right?
Tom Cullen. M-O-O-N, that spells "Tom Cullen".
[On a Midwest highway, Ralph Bretner drives his pickup truck up alongside Tom and Nick on their bicycles.]
I'm Tom Cullen. M-O-O-N, that spells "Tom Cullen". I don't know his name, 'cause I can't read it. Sure wish I did, though — laws, yes.
[Nick hands Ralph a hastily scribbled note.]
Your friend's name here is "Nick Andros". M-O-O-N, I-I guess that spells "Nick". [laughs]
[First meeting of Larry Underwood and Lucy Swann, the latter travelling with a feral boy.]
LSLucy Swann
I'm so pleased to meet you.
Yeah, same here, believe me. [to the boy] How ya doin', son?
[The boy pulls out a knife and nearly slashes Larry before the woman pulls him back.]
LSLucy Swann
Put that away.
Nice kid! Has he had his rabies shots yet?
LSLucy Swann
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. He's–he's been… traumatized.
[Mother Abagail talks to Ralph and Nick about what God has told her. Ralph reads Nick's response.]
Uh, Nick says that… he says he don't believe in God.
[Mother Abagail laughs.]
God bless ya, Nick! But it don't matter! He believes in you.
[On the outskirts of Boulder, Colorado, little Gina calls Tom over.]
GMGina McCone
A parade! Come on up and look!
[He stands on the truck bed and hoists Gina up to see further.]
[Below them, a pack of motorcycles leads a caravan of other vehicles approaching.]
M-O-O-N, that spells parade.
