Some Treasures Are Better Off Being Lost
Jack Loot: Now it's time to show you how we do things where I come from!::Rob Moore: But we're both from the same place.::Jack Loot: [stuttering] I know, I mean, you know... it just sounded cool!
Langley Fuller: [after walking into room] Jack Loot and Rob Moore! What's the matter Jack? Can't say hi to an old college friend?::Jack Loot: Hi Fuller. And you're not a friend. You're more like a - I don't know - a guy I don't like!
Jack Loot: Alright, whatever you do, what your step. This place could be booby trapped.::Rob Moore: What are you talking about? I'm the one that told you about the booby traps.::Jack Loot: I know, but it sounds better coming from me.
Rob Moore: [after being convinced into going into the tomb by Jack] Okay, but I hope you know that if I wasn't $40,000 in debt... I wouldn't be doing this!
Rob Moore: The last person to come out here and not know the password was found with an arrow in his forehead and burned to death. And do you know why he was found burned with an arrow in his head?::Jack Loot: I got it! He was juggling apples, but there was this girl there and he really wanted to impress her. So he picked out some sharp arrows and started juggling those. Now, the girl was like, "Oh Honey, you're so brave, please be careful!" And he was all like, "Don't worry, I'm a trained professional, I do this all the time, baby!" But the thing is, he was also a chain smoker, so he had a cigarette hanging from his lips when he was saying all this. Next thing ya know, cigarette falls from his lips and goes under his shirt, catches fire - then while in mid-air, the arrow falls! He's so concerned about the fire in his shirt that he forgets about the arrows at first. But then he looks up and Wham! No longer is he just burning, but now he also has an arrow in his head! That's what happened, isn't it? That's the sad sick chain reaction of events that took that poor man's life, isn't it, Rob?::Rob Moore: No, he gave an incorrect password!::Jack Loot: Well that was my third choice.
Jack Loot: Remember Stacy from school?::Rob Moore: The cute blonde, right?::Jack Loot: Yeah, she asked me for my phone number the other day.::Rob Moore: You think she likes you?::Jack Loot: Yeah, I think she wants me.
Jack Loot: Aww come on, you look like something that's been left in the dryer for too long! You mean you're supposed to be able to do something to hurt me?::Jack Loot: [Jack gets punched by the Artificial Intelligence Being and turns to Rob] Yeah... It uhh... It hurt!
Jack Loot: Hey Listen! Now if you be good and cooperate, I'll set you up with an agent, and we'll work out a deal for you to be a spokesperson for some fabric softener!
Rob Moore: [while being electrocuted by the Artificial Intelligence Being] Jack, this hurts really bad!::Jack Loot: Oh it's not that bad! It just feels like a deep tissue massage, except a whole lot deeper!
Jack Loot: [after Jack's phone rings] Ah ha! Stacy! I told you she wanted me!
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I know these blues are gonna rub me raw
Every single cure seems to be against the law
Went and told my psychic
I said 'Keep it to yourself.
I don't wanna hear it and don't be telling no one else.'
Word's out on the street
Whispers in the night
They come out of the woodwork, wanna see what it's like
Pickle-ickle-ickle
Gonna run that voodoo down
How the crowd gets fickle when your face is to
the ground!
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
Now I'm shaking all over
I'm a shattering mass
But I'm gonna sit up straight
I'm going to take it with class
Old man used to tell me
'Son, never look back,
Move on to the next case.
Fold your clothes and pack.'
To the green horned chicken hoppers I say
'Get yourself a trade,
Or go hack to the chat room and fade in the shade'
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
I know these blues are gonna rub me raw
Every single cure seems to be against the law
I was walking pretty well then I fell into a hole
I should climb out quick, but I hate doing what I'm told
Got a wang-dang-doodle wrapped in bog snake hide
This goat head gumbo is keeping me alive
I don't want your pity or your fifty-dollar words
I don't share your need to discuss the absurd
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw