Barry? This is my problem here.
Can we please keep it quiet! We're trying to camera rehearse.
Come on now.
(ROARING)
Hold it. We cut too soon.
(INDISTINCT VOICES)
Shot 391.
Standing by.
Roll up, roll up, roll up! See the great monster show!
A whole carnival of monsters alive and clawing in this little box.
All living in their natural habitat.
A miracle of intra-galactic technology.
Everybody ready? Everybody happy? Stand by.
Cue Jon.
Tellurian invaders penetrate the Scope in containers such as that!
There's no way of telling what diseases they've brought with them.
Is there an exit from that machine?
Quite impossible, your worship.
Each specimen is permanently enclosed in its own chamber.
406. Four next.
- Is this is it? - Yes, it's cut.
Hold it. Hold it.
Shot 386 is out and, of course, 387 in consequence. He goes straight on.
- Vorg's line does. - Where do we pick it up, Barry?
From ''You will wait here until the transporter arrives.'' 384.
Right. Stand by.