Looks like God just cut you a break. Yeah, for another two fucking minutes. Guys, i know...

The One-Armed Man: [after the atheist is spared] Looks like God just cut you a break. The One-Armed Man: Yeah, for another two fucking minutes. The Atheist: Guys, i know this girl. Don't I know you? Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I know you from somewhere. Pretty Girl: Me? The Atheist: Yeah. Are you an actress? You're so familiar. Pretty Girl: No, I'm not an actress. The Atheist: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Stacy something. Pretty Girl: No, Christina. The Atheist: Christina... Christina? Pretty Girl: Yeah. The Atheist: Wait a minute. Is Stacy your stage name, then? Pretty Girl: No, I told you, I'm not an actress. The Atheist: That's right. Guys, actress, porn star. I get it now. It's a huge difference. Pretty Girl: What? I'm not a porn star. The Atheist: Hey, I don't think anybody cares around... around here, you know? I mean, I just couldn't figure it out before. Now I know. Pretty Girl: What? The Atheist: [exhales] I'm a huge fan. Pretty Girl: What the fuck are you doing? I don't do porn. The Atheist: I don't think it's a problem. Everybody's gotta make a living. I don't have a problem with it. Pretty Girl: I don't do porn. The Atheist: All right, whatever. I'm just trying to pay her a compliment. Pretty Girl: He's lying. The Atheist: I gotta be honest with you, you know, I mean, I did like you better, though, before your enhancements, because now it's just like, "Wha-bam! Look at these bad boys." Pretty Girl: He's lying. The Atheist: Are they real? Pretty Girl: That is none of your fucking business. The Atheist: Are you saying they're real? Pretty Girl: So what? Half the girls in LA have big boobs. The Atheist: Yeah, and I'm sure it's great for business. Pretty Girl: I don't do porn! The Atheist: Who paid for them? Tell them, go ahead. It's okay, sweetheart. Who paid for them? Was it your employer? Pretty Girl: No. The Atheist: No? Pretty Girl: I mean he did. But it's not like that. The Atheist: He did. Now it's getting really difficult to decide. Pretty Girl: No, David is my boss, but we're also... I am not... The Atheist: Uh-huh. You see, Stacy over here thought if he gets those double D's, oh David's gonna love her. I mean, he's going to love her way more than his own wife and kids. I mean, who cares if they're already a family. It's never stopped you before, has it? What, are you going to run off with him? You gonna have a bunch of kids on your own? Settle down by the beach? Is that what you're gonna do, Stacy? [Christina starts crying; the atheist gets voted offscreen]