Curtis:
There's not a soul on this train who wouldn't trade places with you.
Wilford:
Would you trade places with me?
Curtis:
Fuck you.
Wilford:
Curtis, dear boy, the fact is that we are all stuck inside this blasted train. We are all prisoners in this hunk of metal.
[indicating the steaks he's grilling]
Wilford:
Medium rare? And this train is a closed ecosystem. We must always strive for balance. Air, water, food supply, population must always be kept in balance. For optimum balance, however, there have been times when more radical solutions were required. When the population needed to be reduced, rather... drastically.
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