Geoffrey: No, no, don't, please. Please, don't shoot. [screams]
Hilary: What's going on in here? Oh, my God. Geoffrey, don't move. There's a dart on your forehead.
Geoffrey: Really? I hadn't noticed.
Ashley: Look, Carlton, Geoffrey's been shot.
Carlton: Cool.
Geoffrey: You people don't pay me enough for this.
Carlton: Quiet, Geoffrey, you're dead.
Geoffrey: Then you couldn't possibly feel me do this.