Conrad 'Connie' Brean:
Would you go to war to do that?
CIA Agent Mr. Young:
I have.
Conrad 'Connie' Brean:
Well, I have, too. Would you do it again...? Isn't that why you're here? I guess so. And if you go to war again, who is it going to be against? Your "ability to fight a Two-ocean War" against who? Sweden and Togo? Who you sitting here to Go To War Against? That time has passed. It's passed. It's over. The war of the future is nuclear terrorism. It is and it will be against a small group of dissidents who, unbeknownst, perhaps, to their own governments, have blah blah blah. And to go to that war, you've got to be prepared. You have to be alert, and the public has to be alert. Cause that is the war of the future, and if you're not gearing up, to fight that war, eventually the axe will fall. And you're gonna be out in the street. And you can call this a "drill," or you can call it "job security," or you can call it anything you like. But I got one for you: you said, "Go to war to protect your Way of Life," well, Chuck, this is your way of life. Isn't it? And if there ain't no war, then you, my friend, can go home and prematurely take up golf. Because there ain't no war but ours.
Dr. Facilier:
[to Naveen, singing] Now you, young man, are from across the sea / come from two lines of royalty. I'm royal myself, on my mother's side... Your spirits are high, but your funds are low... / You need to marry a pretty honey whose daddy got some dough!... Mum and Dad cut you off, huh, pretty boy?
Prince Naveen:
Sad, but true!
Dr. Facilier:
Now you gotta get hitched. But hitching ties ya down. You just wanna be free, hop from place to place! But freedom takes GREEN... [turns the cards into dollars]
Dr. Facilier:
It's the green, it's the green, it's the green that you need / and in your future it's the green I see!
Brian Gamble:
[Mumbling under his breath to Street] This is total bullshit.
Capt. Thomas Fuller:
What?
Brian Gamble:
[Raising his voice to Fuller] I said this is bullshit.
Capt. Thomas Fuller:
Really.
Brian Gamble:
Yeah, really.
Capt. Thomas Fuller:
You should consider yourself lucky Lieutenant Velazquez is standing up for you.
Brian Gamble:
[Looks back at Velazquez and walks towards Fuller] No. I'm lucky I don't have to work for an asshole like you. [Shoves a few things off of Fuller's desk and pushes him back]
Capt. Thomas Fuller:
[shouting over Gamble] That's it, you're outta here, Gamble, you're gone, Gamble, you're gone! [Gamble is pushed out of the office]
Capt. Thomas Fuller:
Street, Street, stay.
Street:
[to Gamble] Hey!
Capt. Thomas Fuller:
Give us a minute. [the rest of the cops leave]
Capt. Thomas Fuller:
Jim, sit down.
Street:
I'll Stand.
Capt. Thomas Fuller:
Okay, [Sits down]
Capt. Thomas Fuller:
Jim, be both know that Gamble is a bad influence on the rest of the team.
Street:
Gamble's a good cop.
Capt. Thomas Fuller:
Unlike him, you still have a chance ata future here. You'll go on record by following after Gamble recklessly. But you had no choice but to follow your partner after he disobeyed orders, and I'll make sure you're back on SWAT tomorrow morning.
Stevo:
And so there I was. I was gonna go to Harvard. It was obvious. I was gonna be a lawyer and play in the God-damned system, and that was that. I was my old man. He knew, so what else could I do? I mean, there's no future in anarchy; I mean let's face it. But when I was into it, there was never a thought of the future. I mean we were certain the world was gonna end, but when it didn't, I had to do something, so fuck it. I could always be a litigator in New York and piss the shit out of the judges. I mean that was me: a trouble maker of the future. The guy that was one of those guys that my parents so arrogantly saved the world for, so we could fuck it up. We can do a hell of a lot more damage in the system than outside of it. That was the final irony, I think. That, and well, this. And "fuck you" for all of you who were thinking it: I guess when all was said and done, I was nothing more than a God-damned, trendy-ass poser.
[Future Shego pulls Present Shego off to the side]
Future Shego:
Listen, we don't have a lot of time. Ok, actually, we do. Well... we will.
Shego:
When you want to make sense, just let me know.
Future Shego:
Grab the Time Monkey.
Shego:
Why?
Future Shego:
You need the Time Monkey.
Shego:
Can't I just use yours?
Future Shego:
No, this is mine! OK, well, actually it's yours too. I mean, well, it's the one you're gonna to steal, so technically...
Shego:
If you need me, I'll be in there watching Kim Possible lose.
Future Shego:
Trust me, this whole rock gorilla deal is gonna go south. So when it does, make sure you get that Time Monkey!
Shego:
Run through this again for me.
[Doc and Marty are loading the DeLorean onto the train tracks]
Doc:
I've made a decision. I'm not going with you tomorrow. I'm staying here.
Marty McFly:
What are you talking about, Doc?
Doc:
There's no point in denying it. I'm in love with Clara.
Marty McFly:
Oh man. Doc, we don't belong here! Neither one of us! You know it could still be you that gets shot tomorrow! [shows Doc the photo of the blank tombstone]
Marty McFly:
This tombstone could still be in your future!
Doc:
Marty, the future isn't written. It can be changed, you know that. Anyone can make their future whatever they want it to be. I can't let this one little photograph determine my entire destiny. I have to live my life according to what I believe is right in my heart.
Marty McFly:
Doc, you're a scientist. So you tell me: what's the right thing to do, up here? [points at his forehead]
Doc:
[sighs] You're right, Marty. [They finish loading the DeLorean onto the tracks]
Marty McFly:
Wow, that worked great.
Doc:
I've at least got to tell her goodbye.
Marty McFly:
C'mon, Doc... I mean, think about it, what are you gonna say to her? "I gotta go back to the future"? I mean, she's not gonna understand that, Doc. Hell, I'm in it with you and I don't even understand it! [pause]
Marty McFly:
Doc. Listen, maybe we could, I don't know, maybe we could just take Clara with us.
Doc:
To the future? [shakes his head]
Doc:
You've reminded me, Marty, I'm a scientist so I must be scientific about this. I cautioned you about disrupting the time-space continuum for your own personal benefit; therefore I must do no less. We will proceed as planned and as soon as we return to 1985, we'll destroy this infernal machine. Traveling through time has become much too painful.
Zazu:
Oh, just look at you two. Little seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah. Your parents will be thrilled, what with your being betrothed and all.
Young Simba:
Be-what?
Zazu:
Betrothed. Intended. Affianced.
Young Nala:
Meaning...?
Zazu:
One day, you two are going to be married.
Young Simba:
Yuck.
Young Nala:
Ewww.
Young Simba:
I can't marry her. She's my friend.
Young Nala:
Yeah. It'd be so weird.
Zazu:
Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you two turtle-doves have no choice. It's a tradition that goes back generations.
Young Simba:
Well, when I'm king, that'll be the first thing to go.
Zazu:
Not so long as I'm around.
Young Simba:
Well, in that case, you're fired.
Zazu:
Hmmm... Nice try, but only the king can do that.
Young Nala:
Well, he's the future king.
Young Simba:
Yeah. So you have to do what I tell you.
Zazu:
Not yet I don't. And with an attitude like that, I'm afraid you're shaping up to be a pretty pathetic king indeed.
Young Simba:
Hmph. Not the way I see it.
