Travis Touchdown: Alright, listen up. Tonight I'm about to change your lives. Every single one of you is walking outta here a different person.
Travis Touchdown: Takashi. Freakin'. Miike. The man is a beam katana in human form. Horror, yakuza, samurai, superhero, kids' fantasy...
Travis Touchdown: ...he's done it ALL, and he's done it better than your favorite director. Guaranteed.
Travis Touchdown: So hit me. What kinda movies do you guys watch? What gets your blood going? Action? Horror? Weird shit? I got a Miike for every flavor of freak in this room.
Bill: Something chill but kinda weird. Like a dream you don't wanna wake up from even though it stopped making sense a while ago.
Travis Touchdown: Gozu. Done. That movie is premium brain poison. You'll feel like you ate gas station sushi at 3 AM and woke up inside someone else's skull. You're gonna love it.
LeadingGoose: HONK. HONK HONK.
Bill: He says he wants warriors. Strategy. Men throwing their lives into battle out of duty.
Travis Touchdown: 13 Assassins. Holy shit, bird, you have TASTE. That final battle is a death carnival and every man in it dies like a goddamn legend.
WhatIf Chan: ...does he ever make something that's actually scary? Not loud-scary. Quiet-scary. Where you don't realize you're trapped until it's too late.
Travis Touchdown: NOW we're talking. Audition. His most fucked up film. He weaponizes patience. You think it's romance
Travis Touchdown: ...then your spine files a restraining order against your eyeballs. Great question, purple hair!
Domi: Action. Superheroes. Something where the underdog wins and looks cool doing it.
Travis Touchdown: Zebraman. A loser in a stupid costume saving the world because sometimes the cheesy pose is the only thing keeping your soul from getting flushed. Trust me... I get it.
Travis Touchdown: NOW. For your first Miike... the beginner-friendly pick is First Love. Great flick. Clean ride.
Travis Touchdown: But screw that. We're going with Ichi the Killer! The real baptism. Asano is so badass as Kakihara.
Travis Touchdown: If you can't handle Ichi, you don't deserve Gozu!
Domi: Tch. Whatever. I've seen worse.
Bill: I'm in, brah. Let's ride.
Sylvia Christel: Travis. There is a goose on my armrest. There is a ghost in a Hawaiian shirt on my couch. Explain. Now.
Travis Touchdown: Babe, c'mon... they're cool! I swear!
Sylvia Christel: You have the worst taste in everything, Travis. Friends, movies, furniture... and somehow I married you anyway. Fine. Move over.
Sylvia Christel: Travis, the movie is starting. Shut up.
Travis Touchdown: Mmf—!
