Grim Reaper: Be quiet! You Englishmen... You're all so fucking pompous and none of you have got any balls.
Grim Reaper: I am not of this world.
[He walks into the middle of the table. There is a sharp
intake of breath all round.]
Geoffrey: Good Lord!
[The penny is beginning to drop.]
Grim Reaper: I am Death.
Debbie: [nervously] Well isn't that extraordinary? We were just talking
about death only five minutes ago.
Angela: [even more nervously] Yes we were. You know, whether death is
really... the end...
Debbie: As my husband, Howard here, feels... or whether there is... and
one so hates to use words like 'soul' or 'spirit'...
Jeremy: But what *other* words can one use...
Grim Reaper: You do not understand.
Debbie: Ah no... obviously not...
Katzenberg: Let me tell you something, Mr Death...
Grim Reaper: You do not understand!
Katzenberg: Just one moment. I would like to express on behalf of everyone
here, what a really unique experience this is...
Jeremy: Hear hear.
Angela: Yes, we're *so* delighted that you dropped in, Mr Death...
Katzenberg: Can I finish please...
Debbie: Mr Death... is there an after-life?
Katzenberg: Dear, if you could just wait please a moment...
Angela: Are you sure you wouldn't like some sherry?
Katzenberg: Angela, I'd like just to say at this time...
Grim Reaper: Be quiet!
Katzenberg: Can I just say this at this time, please...
Grim Reaper: Silence!!! I have come for you.
[Pause as this sinks in. Sidelong glance. A stifled fart.]
Angela: ... You mean to...
Grim Reaper: ... Take you away. That is my purpose. I am Death.
Geoffrey: Well that's cast rather a gloom over the evening hasn't it?
Katzenberg: I don't see it that way, Geoff. Let me tell you what I think
we're dealing with here, a potentially positive learning experience...
Grim Reaper: Shut up! Shut up you American. You always talk, you
Americans, you talk and you talk and say 'Let me tell you something' and
'I just wanna say this', Well you're dead now, so shut up.
Grim Reaper: Dead.
Angela: All of us??
Grim Reaper: All of you.
Geoffrey: Now look here. You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses
and then announce quite casually that we're all dead. Well I would remind
you that you are a guest in this house and...
[The Grim Reaper pokes him in the eye.]
Grim Reaper: Be quiet! You Englishmen... You're all so fucking pompous and
none of you have got any balls.
Debbie: Can I ask you a question?
Grim Reaper: What?
Debbie: ... How can we all have died at the *same* time?
Grim Reaper: [pointing] The salmon mousse!