Micheal Cera
[As the Apocalypse beings, the actors all watch from Franco's front yard as fires burn in the Hollywood Hills. Micheal Cera is extremely upset, but not about the apocalypse. He turns to the crowd, too high to realize the world is ending.] [drunken to the crowd]
ALRIGHT Everybody listen up, listen up!! Who took my **** CELL PHONE, MAN?!?! MARTIN, EMPTY YOUR POCKETS!!!
Martin Starr
What?!
Micheal Cera
I saw you in the bathroom, man, somebody dial my phone, SHUT THE **** UP!!! IT'S UNBELIEVABLE!!! It's UNACCEPTABLE after all the coke I've WASTED on you people! I've THROWN AWAY!!!
Martin Starr
[Cera doesn't see that behind him, the ground is cracking, causing a street light to come loose]
I didn't take your **** cell phone!
Micheal Cera
THREE-ONE-ZERO-NINE...!!
Seth Rogen
[As Cera yells out his phone number to the crowd, Seth sees the street light is about to fall onto Micheal Cera]
Woah, woah! Mike! Mike! MIKE!MIKE!MIKE!MIKE!MIKE!!!!
David Krumholtz
[The street light smashes on top of Cera, impaling him through the chest. The crowd screams, blood slamming onto David Krumholtz's face]
MY FACE!!!
Micheal Cera
What's happening to me?! What's happening?!
Seth Rogen
[The actors watch in horror as an anguished Cera is dragged by the street light toward the collapsing hole.]
MICHEAL, COME BACK!!!
Micheal Cera
[Just before the light collapses into the ground, the mortally wounded Cera hears his missing cell phone ringing and finds it...in his coat pocket.] [Sobbing in pain and humiliation]
Oh shit, that's embarrassing!
[Cera falls into the center of the Earth]
