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The population of Detroit has almost completely disappeared, but a few remain. As daylight disappears they realize that the Dark is coming for them.
James: I exist.
Rosemary: Why does this one work and all the others don't? Luke: [smiling] It's a Chevy.
Luke: I'm here because I will myself to exist.
Paul: [waking to see Rosemary] Am I in heaven? Luke: Better. A bar.
Rosemary: We can wait till morning. Luke: You sure there's one coming?
[first lines] Concession Girl: [squinting] You, um... Would you... your light... Paul: What? Oh, uh... Concession Girl: My bad. Paul: ...I'm such a moron. Concession Girl: How's the flick ? Paul: Ah... Ah, you know. Adam Sandler gets in a mess, wife gets pissed, rinse and repeat, predictable, formulaic, fart jokes... Concession Girl: Yeah. Paul: You wouldn't like it. Concession Girl: Mmm. How would you know what I like?
Luke: I'm gone. James: Then go, motherfucka, go!
[last lines] Voices: [presumably Luke, Paul and Rosemary] I exist.