Jeff Goldblum and Sylvester Stallone are stuck in Abandoned Amusement Park Overnight and forced to have a deep conversation.

Jeff Goldblum: (Adjusting his glasses, gazing at a rusted roller coaster) You know, Sly, all this decaying grandeur… it's really asking us to contemplate the ephemeral nature of joy, isn't it? Like, we build these magnificent structures, these engines of delight, and then… poof! Forgotten.

Sylvester Stallone: (Flexing a bicep, looking at a broken carousel horse) Joy ain't nothin' without a fight, Jeff. This place probably went down 'cause nobody was willin' to throw a punch to keep it alive. Ya gotta want it, ya gotta bleed for it.

Jeff Goldblum: Bleed for… a Tilt-A-Whirl? I'm not sure the existential calculus quite adds up there, my friend. It’s more about the entropy, the inevitable slide into oblivion.

Sylvester Stallone: Oblivion ain't inevitable. Rocky Balboa didn't believe in oblivion. It's about gettin' back up, even when the park's closed and the lights are out.

Jeff Goldblum: (Chuckles, tilting his head) That’s… admirably tenacious, Sly. But perhaps the real victory is accepting the beautiful, chaotic dance of the universe, even when the music stops.

Sylvester Stallone: (Grumbling) Music never stops, Jeff. It just changes key. Sometimes it's a lullaby, sometimes it's a heavy metal scream, but it's always playin'.

Jeff Goldblum: A heavy metal scream emanating from a defunct Ferris wheel… now that's a metaphor I can get behind. The dissonance, the unexpected beauty… it’s like jazz.

Sylvester Stallone: Jazz is just improvisin' when you forgot your lines. Life's the same. Ya gotta roll with the punches, even if they're comin' from a broken-down clown statue.

Jeff Goldblum: (Smiling) Well, Sly, I must say, being trapped in this dilapidated dreamscape with you has been surprisingly… enlightening.

Sylvester Stallone: (Nods, a rare smile gracing his face) Same here, Jeff. Turns out, even tough guys can learn a thing or two from a guy who talks like he swallowed a dictionary.