We’re almost there honey. Just a little while longer and your vacation starts.
I’m getting cold mother, and hungry!
We’re almost there honey. Just a little while longer and your vacation starts.
I’m getting cold mother, and hungry!
Hey, Torgo, where's the phone? Yes, Alexander Graham Bell, you know, telephone?
There is no phone here, sir. The Master does not approve of such devices.
Then... then where is the nearest phone?
The nearest phone is at the crossroads. That's ten miles.
Ten miles? Might as well be ten THOUSAND miles!
Master! What are you doing here?
You have failed us, Torgo! I know of your visits to the tomb.
My visits?
The women have told me. They may not be able to say anything or move when you're there, but they remember everything you say to them... and everything you do to them.
There is nothing to fear madam. The Master likes you. Nothing will happen to you. He likes you.
Likes me? I thought you said he was dead!
Dead? No, ma’am, not dead the way you know it. He is with us always. Not dead the way you know it, he is with us always…
Mystery Science Theater 3000
The End?
A cult of weird, horrible people who gather beautiful women only to deface them with a burning hand!
Arise, my wifes. Give ear to the words of Manos. Arise, my wives! And hear the will of Manos.
He has left this world. But he is with us always. No matter where we go he is with us.
I am Torgo. I take care of the place while the Master is away.
It's Shocking! It's Beyond Your Imagination!
Manos, god of primal darkness. As thou has decreed so have I done. The hands of fate have doomed this man. Thy will is done.
No one seated the last 10 minutes! We defy you to guess the ending... and ask you not to divulge it!