Watch your step.
Your credit is just fine, Mr. Torrance.
Stanley, see this? This is this! This ain't something else.
We'll get there Pop.
And we're very, very pissed off.
and the things you used to own, now they own you.
And it's all a secret.
You can take this dream sequence and stick it up your ass!
The, uh, stuff that dreams are made of.
you can play it for me!
that's my wife... But that's not my apartment!
To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?
At your house. As a matter of fact, Im there right now.
Is it still out there?
They belong to me now.
... no mam, we are musicians ...
Shut the fuck up!