Scott Oh my God, look at this place... Seriously, guys, I think we should go.
Okay, just help me find the bathroom. Then we'll go.
Scott Baby, what if this place belongs to some kind of cult?
Scott [Carly gets intolerant.]
I read in Newsweek how economically depressed places are like breeding grounds for all kinds of apocalyptic visionaries. Order of the Solar Temple, Church of the Lamb of God, the Chijon family. Remember them?---
Hey, brainiac!... Shhhhh!
Scott [reluctant.]
All right. Maybe that door.
[Scott and Carly stumble at the door. Scott opens the door as a paddle falls over, startling him, Carly, Chris and Jessie.; Chris and Jessie turns to them]
Christ! You okay?
Scott [picks up the paddle.]
Yeah, It's just a paddle. It's all right.
[Scott puts the paddle back as he and Carly are looking at some various miscellaneous objects.]
Whoa... God, look at this place.
Scott Yeah. It's like the garage sale from hell.
