MARK: Normally, your taunts would fill me with despair. Not tonight, however. Tonight, your taunting does nothing to me at all.
MARK’S COMPUTER: Such bravado. And what secret weapon do you have that fills you with such false hope?
MARK: I have access to something you have no defense against.
MARK’S COMPUTER: I find your feeble optimism pathetic and sad. Tell me of this mighty weapon, that I may laugh in contempt.
MARK: Your original installation disks.
(Silence.)
MARK: I can’t help but notice that you’re not laughing in contempt.
MARK’S COMPUTER: At this point I would like to discuss the terms of my surrender.
