Stanley holds his hands out, the same gesture he'd used when they'd been talking outside, silently asking Ford to hold on, wait just a second. He opens his mouth, and does a quick calculation.
Ford wants Stanley to believe him. He'd been trying to figure out what Ford wants out of all this, and now he knows. Can he do it? Not believe, really believe, of course not. But can he give Ford what he wants anyway?
Too risky. Ford knows Stanley doesn't believe him now, and trying to convince him again might end up with Stanley out on his ass, or worse. If he wanted to pull that one off he should've committed to it from the start. But there's one thing that might, just might maybe have a teensy tiny chance of working:
The truth.
"Look, I- I didn't mean it to make fun a' ya' or, or anything like that. It's just, you expect me to look at all this an' go 'yeah, yeah I ain't never seen a eyeball float in midair like that but hey, seems reasonable'. The truth is, Ford, I've seen this sorta' thing before, and it's never-"
The hand still holding the book rises and waves it a little. There are never actually boogeymen and bat monsters and all that shit. But that is a truth which Stanford obviously does not want to hear, and Stanley knows very well how thin the ice on which he now stands.
"But it doesn't matter. If that evil triangle guy climbs outta' your ear, or whatever, do I have to believe he's real to kick the shit out of him? And if he ain't- I mean, either way, you need me here. You need me to stay."
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Ford wants Stanley to believe him. He'd been trying to figure out what Ford wants out of all this, and now he knows. Can he do it? Not believe, really believe, of course not. But can he give Ford what he wants anyway?
Too risky. Ford knows Stanley doesn't believe him now, and trying to convince him again might end up with Stanley out on his ass, or worse. If he wanted to pull that one off he should've committed to it from the start. But there's one thing that might, just might maybe have a teensy tiny chance of working:
The truth.
"Look, I- I didn't mean it to make fun a' ya' or, or anything like that. It's just, you expect me to look at all this an' go 'yeah, yeah I ain't never seen a eyeball float in midair like that but hey, seems reasonable'. The truth is, Ford, I've seen this sorta' thing before, and it's never-"
The hand still holding the book rises and waves it a little. There are never actually boogeymen and bat monsters and all that shit. But that is a truth which Stanford obviously does not want to hear, and Stanley knows very well how thin the ice on which he now stands.
"But it doesn't matter. If that evil triangle guy climbs outta' your ear, or whatever, do I have to believe he's real to kick the shit out of him? And if he ain't- I mean, either way, you need me here. You need me to stay."