Rocky Valentine: I don't like games.
Mr. Pip: Oh, but that isn't true, Mr. Valentine. Why, you like roulette, blackjack, poker, craps. And between the ages of 7 and 10, you were quite fond of mumbletypeg.
Rocky Valentine: Ah, you eat it.
Mr. Pip: Oh, I've no need. I haven't eaten in... well, it must be two or three centuries.
Rocky Valentine: Anything wrong with it?
Mr. Pip: No.
Rocky Valentine: Then eat it.
Mr. Pip: I can't. I've forgotten how.
Rocky Valentine: What's going on here? Where am I?
Mr. Pip: Mr. Valentine, do you remember when we met earlier today? I told you I was in a sense your guide. And you said you needed a guide like a hole in the head.
Rocky Valentine: Yeah.
Mr. Pip: Well, as a matter of strict fact, you had a hole in the head only a short time before. A bullet hole.
Rocky Valentine: Hey, Fats, I want you should get rid of that heap I've been driving.
Mr. Pip: Well, it certainly goes fast enough. Is there something wrong?
Rocky Valentine: Yeah, the ashtrays are full!
Rocky Valentine: Henry Francis Valentine. Ha-ha. Born 1923, Brooklyn, New York. Age of 6, slaughtered small dog. Well, why not, he bit me.
Mr. Pip: But the gambling, I thought you enjoyed that.
Rocky Valentine: I do! But--but--but when you win every time, that's ain't gambling, that's charity!
Rocky Valentine: Come on. Sit down, Fats. Sit down. Now, look, I don't know how to explain this, but it just ain't the same thing. I mean, what's the kick knocking off a bank if everybody knows about it, huh? And--and--and the dames! I never thought I would get bored with beautiful dames. Look, look, I wouldn't expect an angel to understand this, see, but, but, being a big guy with a chick--it don't mean anything if it's all set up in advance. And, I mean, everything is great here, you see, really great. It's just the way I always imagined it except that, that, well, just between you and me, Fats, I don't think I belong here. I don't think I fit in.
Mr. Pip: Oh, nonsense. Of course you do!
Rocky Valentine: No, no, I mean it. I mean it. Somebody must have goofed. If I gotta stay here another day, I'm gonna go nuts! Look, look, I don't belong in Heaven, see. I want to go to the other place.
Mr. Pip: Heaven? Whatever gave you the idea you were in Heaven, Mr. Valentine? This is the other place!
Narrator: A scared, angry little man who never got a break. Now he has everything he's ever wanted--and he's going to have to live with it for eternity... in the Twilight Zone.