WIZARD:

It is here because one of you wants
it to be here.

JIM:

Well I don't! I've seen what that
shit can do.

WIZARD:

Why Jim, you're not afraid of this
little bitty bag are you?

JIM:

You're damn right I am.

The Wizard dissolves in a puff of smoke leaving the
trio alone in the cave once more.

WIZARD:
(As a voice out of thin air)

Very wise, my man, very wise.

Jim goes to another shelf and starts stuffing candy bars
into his pockets. Bruce, on the other hand, pulls out a
notebook and starts scribbling furiously while Carol
looks first at one and then the other.

CAROL:

Jim, what are you doing?

JIM:

I'm getting to hell out of here!
(Slings rifle and returns to
the table)

(to Bruce)
What're you doing?

BRUCE:

Getting it down on paper, before I
forget what he said.

JIM:

Well forget that! We've got to get
the hell out of here.