You look pissed, Ben. Believe me, you got every right to be. But hey, will you just let me...

Damon Killian: You look pissed, Ben. Believe me, you got every right to be. But hey, will you just let me explain. This is television, that's all it is. It's nothing to do with people, it's to do with the ratings. For fifty years, we've told them what to eat, what to drink, what to wear... for Christ's sake, Ben, don't you understand? Americans love television. They wean their kids on it. Listen. They love game shows, they love wrestling, they love sports and violence. So what do we do? We give 'em *what they want*! We're number one, Ben, that's all that counts, believe me. I've been in the business thirty years. Ben Richards: Well, I haven't been in show business as long as you have, Killian. But I'm a quick learner. So I'm going to give the audience what *I* think they want. Damon Killian: [Ben shoves Killian into the rocket sled and the restraints automatically lock in place] You bastard. Drop dead! Ben Richards: I don't do requests [Ben launches the rocket sled into the game zone tunnel which later crashes into a billboard with Killian on it, exploding and killing him] Ben Richards: Well that hit the spot