Cube 2: Hypercube

Kate Filmore:
This guy sure moves quickly, he's just gone.

Jerry Whitehall:
Each one of these rooms has six of these doors and portals, but no matter how many different doors and portals I go through I always end up in the same three rooms.

Kate Filmore:
Are you okay? Did you hit your head?

Max Reisler:
Yeah, I slipped. It's a wall - it wiggled.

Jerry Whitehall:
I've been trying to get a handle on the configuration of these rooms. All I can say is...

Simon Grady:
They just don't make any sense.

Jerry Whitehall:
That's right - they sure don't.

Max Reisler:
It is as if the rooms are moving around very quickly.

Jerry Whitehall:
There's gotta be some kind of logic to it. You go in one direction and the room just loops back on itself.

Kate Filmore:
Okay, let's just say we are in this hypercube or whatever; does this diagram show us how to get out?

Jerry Whitehall:
Well... no. You see a hypercube isn't supposed to be real. It's just a theoretical construct.

Jerry Whitehall:
60.659 rooms?

Kate Filmore:
This place must be huge.

Mrs. Paley:
Oh yes. In a hypercube there can be 60 million rooms.

Simon Grady:
What happens if whatever that was in there, that killed the guy - killed me, what happens if that f***ing thing gets in here?

Kate Filmore:
Who are you?

Simon Grady:
Yeah, it's me. Good old Simon. Do you remember this, do you? Well, I've waited a long time for payback.

Kate Filmore:
But, that was just seconds ago.

Simon Grady:
Don't be so stupid Kate. You know time works differently in this place.

Mrs. Paley:
I'm not crazy. And I'm not hard of hearing either.

Mrs. Paley:
I told you no one would believe me!

Kate:
I thought that you said you'd been wandering these rooms for hours.

Jerry:
Yeah, that's the weird thing, isn't it. Each one of these rooms has six of these doors or portals, but no matter how many different doors or portals I go through I always wound up in the same three rooms. Until now.

Simon:
Alright, let's get some real answers.

Jerry:
His answer was suicide. Not exactly a comforting thought.

Kate:
Are you okay? Did you hit your head?

Max:
Yeah. I slipped. It's the wall…it wiggled.

Kate:
Are you sure you're okay?

Jerry:
Well, I signed a confidentiality agreement.

Simon:
Given our current situation, I'd say it's null and void! Jesus Christ!

Jerry:
Sixty thousand, six hundred and fifty nine rooms? Christ.

Kate:
This place must be huge.

Mrs. Paley:
Oh yes, yes. In a hypercube, there could be sixty million rooms.

Jerry:
She could be right.

Simon:
There's a comforting thought.

Julia:
What's wrong? What the hell? Where am I?

Max:
That's the million dollar question.

Julia:
Hey, is this your jacket?

Max:
No.

Julia:
Well then how did I…oh, I must have had more to drink last night than I thought.

Max:
What are you so scared of, anyway?

Simon:
I just saw my f***ing head taken off by something or other, how's that for starters?

Simon:
So here's the deal. I'm a private investigator. I'm on a case. Missing persons.

Jerry:
I think given our current situation this counts as irony.

Kate:
Look, I know this seems hopeless…

Sasha:
It is hopeless!

Kate:
No it's not! I'm going to figure this out.

Sasha:
Figure it out. Trust me, precious, if I haven't figured it out, you sure as sh*t aren't going to.

Jerry:
You don't think the guy who makes the toilets for the Space Shuttle gets to see the plans for the rest of it?

Jerry:
Who the hell are "them", anyway? The government? The mafia? Aliens?

Jerry:
Kate, I'm a healthy married male white engineer who enjoys reading horror novels and eating chocolate ice cream. As well as climbing around psycho jungle gyms.

Kate:
This place changes your perception about what's possible.

Kate:
God, you know, I wish I was just…smarter.

Max:
He's a high-tech genius whose morals make Muammar Kadafi look like Mother Teresa!

Max:
Holy sh*t, variable time speed rooms!

Mrs. Paley:
Maybe we're in Hell!

Mrs. Paley:
Some things should never be created! They exist for theoretical purposes only!

Sasha:
I'm just blind, not retarded.

Simon Grady:
I figure he knows something, something that he didn't want anyone to know. That's usually why people are tortured.

Simon Grady:
Jesus. The gravity shifted. Wow!

Simon Grady:
Don't be so stupid, Kate. You know time works differently in this place.