Curate, connect, and discover
**Gi-hun:** So, you're telling me this game… is *all* about finding the perfect shade of beige for your living room? Because I picked a pretty killer mustard yellow.
**Salesman:** (Beaming) Precisely! And the prize? A lifetime supply of beige paint! Think of the possibilities! Beige on beige! Beige with a subtle hint of… off-beige!
**Gi-hun:** A lifetime supply of beige? I risked my life for... *beige*? I should have stuck with the squid game. At least the prizes were *excitingly* violent.
**Salesman:** Oh, but think of the *subtle* violence of choosing the wrong shade! The psychological warfare! The sheer terror of… eggshell!
**Gi-hun:** Eggshell? You're losing me. Are there… are there tiny eggs involved? Because I’m surprisingly good at cracking eggs.
**Salesman:** (Whispering conspiratorially) Only if you choose the wrong beige. Then, tiny, *very* angry eggs…
**Gi-hun:** Right. This is definitely worse than the squid game. At least there I knew what I was up against. This... this is beige-mageddon. I'm outta here.
**Salesman:** (Calling after him) But sir! Have you considered the beige-on-beige-on-beige option? It's… revolutionary!
Gi-hun: You bought a taco?
Sang-woo: Yes.
Gi-hun: From the same truck that hit Sae-byeok?!
Sang-woo, with a mouthful of taco: Well, me starving ain't gonna help her.