On Threat of Death (soliloquy from a film)

Would you like to rephrase that question?
I will be thrilled to rephrase it for you.
I will be thrilled to rephrase the rest of you, too.
I will be thrilled if you can find a way to rephrase that question because, if you don't, I will drop your stomach where you stand and watch you fall to the floor and swim through your feelings.  They're going to rape you good in hell.  Good and long and loud and I'll be sitting up there, next to your stone with a thermos of good chili and a tape recorder and a half smoked cigarette, proving to the world that there is an afterlife and laughing tears.
I don't want to be famous.
Not for proving there is a hell, anyways.
Don't make me famous.  Rephrase that question.