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MORE THAN HUMAN
BY JAMES THORPE
ROXTON: There's only one way off this plateau, Challenger…alive.
FACE TO FACE WITH A T-REX
MARGUERITE: Nice kitty.
MARGUERITE: So, Roxton, just curious. Why did you risk your life for me with that dinosaur?
ROXTON: Hmmm, must have thought you were someone else.
SUMMERLEE: Solomon, you're saying you kill people…men…for sport?
SOLOMON: No, not sport. To survive. The winners are granted life so they can fight again.
ROXTON: And what happens to the losers?
SOLOMON: You're eating them.
TRIBUNE: I've been thinking about you. I detest spies.
VERONICA: Spies?
TRIBUNE: Unless they're on a spit, roasting slowly.
TRIBUNE:
(to Marguerite) If I didn't know better, I'd swear your blood was as cold as mine.
AS MALONE PICKS THE LOCK OF HIS CHAINS
SUMMERLEE: How illuminating.
MALONE: Little trick I picked up in New York.
SUMMERLEE: Nothing like the education of a life well spent, that's what I always say.
MALONE: Well actually, the trick is, Professor, not getting caught.
TRIBUNE: You're human. Your uses are breeding and mining and the occassional hors d'eurve,
TRIBUNE: Compassion and sacrifice. Such nobility in a lower species…might almost be touching if it wasn't so pathetic.
MARGUERITE:
(to Roxton) Anybody ever tell you, you got lousy timing?
ROXTON: Fight with me, not against me.
SOLOMON: Don't worry, I'll try to cut clean.
ROXTON: You're a pal.
TRIBUNE: Fight, human!
ROXTON: You may choose whether I live or die, but only I choose whether I kill.
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