[The imagery of reproductive life continues - the round, impregnated ""ova"" implants itself into he ""uterus"" of the mother.To prove that he isn""t a "faker," he akes his gun out from inside his jacket in his right hand, while holding his Coke bottle in his left.I never found a guy who pulled a gun on me when he lost a game.Didn""t anyone ever tell ya? It""s not really who wins, it""s how you play, like the champs.Listen, I don""t think I want to play anymore.Knowing that he is being condemned, the nervous Quilty urns, stumbles away and shuffles to get a drink: "Gee, I""m just dyin"" for a drink.Would you like o hear what happened after that? I feel like telling it.It""s a perfect night for mystery and horror.The air itself is filled with monsters.Lord Byron: I""m all ears.While heaven blasts the night without, open up your pits of hell.Mary weaves her new tale of horror, providing a lead-in o the visualization of the film""s story.The camera pulls back from he trio and dissolves into the sequel: "Well then, imagine yourselves standing by the wreckage of the mill.The spotlight moves from the book to the impish, effervescent Jiminy Cricket, who finishes the song, perched on a shelf above the book.