Excuse me. Thank you all for coming. I'm Donald Sinclair, I own this hotel. We don't have...

[Donald Sinclair welcomes all the people who are invited to compete in the "race."] Donald Sinclair: Excuse me. Thank you all for coming. I'm Donald Sinclair, I own this hotel. We don't have much time. There's a meteor the size of North Carolina heading straight for Earth. The impact is going to kill every thing and everyone on this planet. I built a bunker in the basement to this casino strong enough to withstand the blast. There's room enough for eight people. I have chosen the seven of you, plus me. When this is over, it'll be up to us to repopulate and re-civilize the planet. [Everyone looks shocked for about 5 seconds, before Sinclair begins laughing hysterically] Donald Sinclair: I couldn't resist! I'm sorry.

Mr. Pollini, well done, sir. And congratulations. On behalf of Mr. Donald Sinclair, the Venetian Hotel and Casino-- Mr. Grisham, is it over? - Get out of the way! - Open it! He's sleeping. Did I win? Vicky. You let go of this bag... or I swear to God, I'll report you to the escort service. Mr. Grisham, what's going on? The hooker-- The hooker-- The hookeris taking the money. - What hooker? - Vicky. From the hotel. - Pepto-Bismol? - I told you to wait in the car. - What the hell is she doing there? - I brought her. I'm sorry, Mr. Sinclair. She said she liked me. I'm beginning to think she was only interested in the money! - Come with me. - I'll drive.