Better Off Dead...

Right on! Get up there,
and let's see what you got.

- Ready up there?
- Yeah. We're all set.

What is the next victim's name?
"Myer. Lane Myer."
Is that as in Oscar Mayer?
That's a roger, dude.
You were standing with Oscar.
Is he your main wiener man?
Don't listen to Stalin, kid.
He's a punk.

Now, you show 'em, Rock.
You show 'em how a skier
really skis.

- We're sending him down.
- That's a roger. Counting down.

Drei, fry. Go!
Too bad. Real close. Next.
Listen. I think we should talk.
We've been seeing an awful lot
of each other lately...

and I really think
it's in my best interest...

if I went out
with someone more popular...

better looking,
drives a nicer car.

Six months! Six months,
and she dumps me for him.

For Stalin.Just like that.
Six damn months!
Truly a sight to behold...
a man beaten.

The once-great champ...
now a study in mawkishness.
No longer
the victory-hungry stallion...

-All right.
-we've raced so many times before...