AL: Your best shot is freezing the brain until all electrical activity has ceased. SAM: That's called death. AL: [...]
AL: Sam, this is the 17th of June 1972. SAM: So? AL: So? We're in the Watergate! Break-in, Nixon, impeachment... SAM: I don't remember. AL: Oh, boy. [...]
AL: Sam, we can change history, we can change people, but the weather, that's a leap of another colour. I mean, that's... [...]
AL: I love the theatre! The roar of the greasepaint, the smell of the crowd... SAM: I think that's the other way around. AL: Mmm? [...]
SAM: I'm just trying to tell you that... your life can be so wonderful, if you let it. You've gotta hang on to it with everything you've got. MARILYN MONROE: What's gotten into you? SAM: People adore you. MARILYN MONROE: ''Adore.'' [...]
SAM: Everybody should be a dreamer. I mean, you gotta reach for the stars, not the ceiling. SUE ELLEN: [...]
SAM: You know what I have to do today? I have to go and have lunch with some woman who won this... soap detergent contest! AL: Oh, well, look at it this way. [...]
AL: I'm talking about the way it feels when the sun blasts into your skin—if you've got sunscreen on—and the wind waves by your face and you sail off into the blue on your chrome-plated candy-coloured flaming red dream machine. You never know what's around the next corner. SAM: [...]
SAM: Why would you want to pledge a fraternity that's full of idiots in the first place? JACK: Full of what? AL: You said the wrong thing, Sam. His dad was a Chi Kappa Delta idiot, and his granddad. [...]
ALEXANDRA: Mom? I think Butchie's gonna puke again. EMMA: Alex, a lady doesn't say 'puke,' she says 'throw up.' ALEXANDRA: [...]
SAM: She called me 'monkey boy'? She did, she called me 'monkey boy'! AL: Yeah, but that's her job. Hey! You're thirteen, she's your big sister. That's her job. SAM: Thirteen? [...]
SAM: I don't know how to run track, Al. AL: Oh. Well, you just... Look, you pump your arms and you pump your legs, and then you drive through the tape. SAM: You were a runner, too? AL: [...]
DR. HARDY: Frankly, I find his theory of return UFO visitations in this area quite coherent. MAJOR MEADOWS: Yeah. Alice in Wonderland is coherent, too. [...]
AL: She and Conway disappeared on a dig in 1957—that's this dig—and they were swallowed up without a trace. SAM: ''As for anyone who will disturb the tomb of King Ptah-Hotep, death will swallow him.'' That was one of the inscriptions we found in the tomb. AL: [...]
AL: We did confirm your theory. SAM: Really? AL: Yeah. Ziggy says it's a 'genetic field transference.' But the bottom line is that the DNA of John's blood sample does match yours. [...]
NEIL: God, Mom! What would Dad say? SAM: I can well imagine that this might look a little, you know... JANE: Neil, your father has been dead for three years, and not once during that time has he said a word.
AL: What about the Quantum rules? You have to at least pretend that you are who you leap into. SAM: That's if I'm a human. I'm not a human, I'm a chimp! We don't have rules for chimps, do we? AL: [...]
AL: You have a lucrative law practice in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and your counterpart in the Waiting Room thinks he is dead. SAM: What? AL: He thinks I'm St. Peter, and I'm gonna send him to Hell for overcharging his hours. [...]
AL: Just sing the song, we'll go somewhere private, and these people won't see you talkin' to yourself like a lunatic. SAM: Sing? AL: [...]
SAM: If you had sat there twelve years ago and told me that the Russians would be the first ones to orbit a satellite around the Earth, I would've called you crazy. But two days ago, they did it. So who's to say that... twelve years from now, say, 1969, maybe men will be walking on the moon, or maybe Moe Stein will be traveling in time. Your Honour. Moe Stein is a dreamer. Are we going to punish people for that? [...]
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