Just a small little building. I should have asked you to bring some spray paint. You could have decorated it and we could have taken photographs of it. [Before blowing it up, that is.

And when he opens the door... WOOPS Orange sky, silver trees, familiar flowers. Nope, lets make another attempt. Ah! ...A rock quarry. That'll do.

He holds the door for Dallas to enter, and lifts his hat up like the sorry excuse for a gentleman he is.]