End of Days | 1999

I'm trying to figure out what everyone's predicting here.

Is the world going to come to an end at exactly 12:01 on New Year's, or...

I'll tell you what. You should play it safe,

not quit yourjob just yet.

Tell you something else: In two more nights,

this place is gonna see the wildest party ever.

We're gonna be there with the first hundred callers, we're gonna make the most noise,

and we're gonna be the craziest, and if the world comes to an end,

what the hell, we're all gonna be together!

And if it doesn't, and I don't think it will,

then we'll all have the best time anybody has ever had.

Let's go. We're gonna be late.

Honey, I'm home.

I was just pulling myself together.

It's gonna take a lot more pulling.

You are looking very sharp this morning.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

You got about five minutes to get ready. Here.

There's enough caffeine in this to kill an elephant.

Oughta get you started.

So what's today?

Transport.

Anyone special?

No, just some Wall Street scumbag.

Why the hell does he need all this protection?

Well, I guess he fucked with some people...

that didn't like being fucked with.

Personally, I like scumbags. They pay better.