dominic west: heloooooo?
michael vartan: heloooooo?
dominic west: is that an echo?
michael vartan: is that an echo?
sam rockwell: no, that's not an echo. that's michael vartan being a dick.
dominic west: figures.
michael vartan: hey!
dominic west: this place is deserted!
sam rockwell: well, not exactly...
michael vartan: yeah, we're all still here, but the ladies aren't.
sam rockwell: even the ghosts are wandering around.
jonathan rhys-meyers: egads! there are ghosts? where? (hides behind dominic west)
gene kelly: chill out, you sissy.
dominic west: guys, focus! where are bunny and selli?
sam rockwell: last I saw, they were in the meadow full of kittens.
jonathan rhys-meyers: you don't think the kittens attacked, do you? I can't clean that up, it's just too terrifying -- those fine female forms ruined by miniature bites and scrapes.
craig bierko: get a grip, you ponce. whose thing was the meadow?
dominic west: I think it was byrne. has anyone talked to byrne?
gabriel byrne: I'm here, but I haven't been to the meadow in ages. I've been to busy writing this lovely Irish jig --
jonathan rhys-meyers: oi! byrne is singing? now I really am scared.
sam rockwell: why don't you go clean something? let the rest of us figure this out.
jonathan rhys-meyers: like you're doing such a knock-out job it it. besides, I've already cleaned everything. twice.
michael vartan: I think it was christian bale. he always looked shifty to me, and he hated the times he wasn't first pick.
dominic west: that's ridiculous! the man weighs a buck ten at best. he couldn't manhandle a paper clip, much less two fit women full of vigor and sauciness, all tough and rowdy... (pause) I'm sorry, what were we talking about?
sam rockwell: vartan might be onto something. bale has bulked up recently -- remember all that pizza and ice cream?
jonathan rhys-meyers: yeah, I had to tidy up the kitchen after that junk-fest. (mutters) asshole.
gabriel byrne: you think everyone is an asshole just for leaving rings on the coffee table.
jonathan rhys-meyers: that's what coasters are for. and anyway, why do we think one of our number is responsible for the girls going missing?
sam rockwell: you're not suggesting --
jonathan rhys-meyers: (nods) an outsider. from outside.
dominic west: fellows, I think it's time for a search party!