[Dave Moss explodes at Ricky Roma and shouts]
Dave Moss:
You're fucked, Rick. Are you fucking nuts? You're hot, so you think you're the ruler of this place.
Shelley Levene:
Now wait a minute, Dave.
Dave Moss:
Shut up!
Shelley Levene:
Okay...
Dave Moss:
You want to decide who should be dealt with how, is that it? I come in the fucking office today, I get humiliated by some jag-off cop. I get accused of... I get the shit thrown in my face by you, you genuine shit, because you're top name on the board?
Ricky Roma:
Is that what I did, Dave? I humiliated you? Oh my God, I'm sorry.
Dave Moss:
Sitting on top of the world. Sitting on top of the world, everything's fuckin' peach fuzz.
Ricky Roma:
And I don't get a moment to spare for some bust-out humanitarian down on his luck lately?
Dave Moss:
Oh, fuck...
Ricky Roma:
[cutting him off] Fuck you, Dave. You know you got a big mouth. You make a close, this whole place stinks with your farts for a week - how much you just ingested. Oh, what a big man you are! "Hey, let me buy you a pack of gum. I'll show you how to chew it." Whoof! You're pal closes, and all that comes out of your mouth is bile. Ooh, how fucked-up you are!
Dave Moss:
Who's my pal, Ricky? Hmm? What are you? And what are you, Ricky? Huh? Bishop Sheen? What the fuck are you, Mr. Slick? Who - what the fuck are you, "Friend to the working man"? Big deal! FUCK YOU! You got the memory of a fuckin' fly! I never liked you, anyway.
Ricky Roma:
What is this, your farewell speech?
Dave Moss:
I'm going home.
Ricky Roma:
Your farewell to the troops?
Dave Moss:
I'm not going home. I'm going to Wisconsin.
Ricky Roma:
Have a good trip.
Dave Moss:
Aw, fuck you! Fuck the lot of you! Fuck you all! [exits]
Ricky Roma:
[to Shelley] You were saying?
Shelley Levene:
Huh?
Wilbur:
[at the science fair after Lewis puts his memory scanner on the table] [Wilbur pops out from underneath the sheet covering the memory scanner]
Wilbur:
This area is not secure, get in. [pulls Lewis under the sheet]
Wilbur:
Have you been approached a tall man in a bowler hat?
Lewis:
What?
Wilbur:
Hey, hey, I'll ask the questions here.
Lewis:
Okay... goodbye. [starts to leave but Wilbur drags him back in]
Wilbur:
Okay, I didn't want to pull rank on you but you forced my hand. Special agent Wilbur Robinson of the T.C.T.F.
Lewis:
What?
Wilbur:
Time continuum task force. I'm here to protect you. [Lewis tries to say something but Wilbur covers his mouth]
Wilbur:
Now, tall man? Bowler hat? Approached you?
Lewis:
No, why?
Wilbur:
[Wilbur sighs and shakes his head] I could lose my badge for this, he's a suspect in a robbery.
Lewis:
What did he steal?
Wilbur:
A time machine.
Lewis:
A what?
Wilbur:
I tracked him to this time and my informants say he's after you.
Lewis:
Me? Why me?
Wilbur:
The boys back at HQ haven't figured out a motive yet. [uses air quotes]
Wilbur:
And by "HQ" I mean headquarters.
Lewis:
I know what HQ means!
Wilbur:
Good, you're a smart kid, that'll keep you alive... for now. [pats Lewis's memory scanner]
Wilbur:
You just take care of your science gizmo and leave the perp to me. [leaves but instantly]
Wilbur:
[pops back under the sheet] And by perp, I mean perp...
Lewis:
I know what it means!
Wilbur:
Okay, Mr. Smartypants. [leaves the sheet]
[Leo is timing Chester for the 60 seconds he has to explain to Ted about the whole situation]
Leo:
Begin.
Chester:
Okay, Ted, pay attention here. I'm going to make two piles on the bar. One pile which is yours. And another pile which *could* be yours. And what you have to realize is we're gonna do this thing one way... or the other. Whether it's *you* who holds the axe or a Mexican maid or some bum we yank off the street.
Norman:
[about the money on the bar] You could buy a whole lot of soup with that pile.
Chester:
Shh! I'm the closer here. All right, I'm a little me - um, I've lost count. How much is on the bar here?
Group:
Six hundred.
Chester:
Okay, Ted, do you know how long it takes the average American to count to 600?
Ted the Bellhop:
[Thinks for a bit]
Angela:
It's a rhetorical question, Ted.
Ted the Bellhop:
No, sir.
Chester:
About one minute less than it takes to count to 700. Now Ted, a person's life is filled with a zillion little experiences. Some which are insignificant, have no meaning, and, you know, you forget them. Others which you remember for the rest of your natural life. Now, since what we're proposing here is so unusual, so outside the norm, this is a good bet that is going to be one of those incidents that sticks. So, since you're gonna be stuck remembering this for the rest of your life, you have to decide what that memory will be. So, Ted, are you going to remember for the next 40 years, give or take a decade, that you *refused* a $1000 for one second's worth of work? Or that you *made* $1000 for one second's worth of work?
Leo:
Time!
Chester:
So, Ted, what's it gonna be?
Ted the Bellhop:
Okay.
Wilbur:
[when Wilbur is showing Lewis the future] Is this proof enough for you?
Lewis:
[looking around at everything] Is it ever! I never thought that time travel could be possible in my lifetime, and here it is, right in front of me!
Wilbur:
[glances at Lewis] The truth will set you free, brother.
Lewis:
This is beyond anything I could have imagined. [quietly]
Lewis:
This means I could really change my life.
Wilbur:
[glances at Lewis again] That's right, you can. Next stop, science fair to fix your memory scanner. [turns around to punch in the date]
Wilbur:
Hey, I'm not going to fix that stupid memory scanner. [the brakes screech, making the time machine come to a screeching halt]
Wilbur:
What? [turns around to talk to Lewis]
Lewis:
Wilbur this is a *time machine*. Why should I fix my dumb invention when you can take me to see my mom now, in this ship?
Wilbur:
Uh... um...
Lewis:
I can go back to that night and stop her from giving me up.
Wilbur:
The answer is not a time machine. [takes out the picture of the memory scanner out of his pocket and shows it to Lewis]
Wilbur:
It's this.
Lewis:
[points to the picture] This? You wanna know what I think of this? [grabs the picture and rips it into four even parts]
Wilbur:
What are you doing? [Lewis throws the pieces of paper away and Wilbur runs over to catch them]
Lewis:
I'm sorry, Wilbur. You don't know what I've lived through. [tries to start up time machine]
Wilbur:
Lewis, no! [runs over to try and stop him]
Lewis:
[fighting over controls] Let go!
Wilbur:
You let go!
Lewis:
You're not the boss of me!
Wilbur:
Yes, I am! You're twelve and I'm thirteen, that makes me older!
Lewis:
Well, I'm from the past which makes me older in the laws of you! [accidentally yanks the steering wheel off]
Lewis:
[the time machine crashes into some buildings and plummets to the ground ruining the time machine]
Wilbur:
[holding the steering wheel] I am so dead.
Annie Garrett:
I know why you want Taylor in Denver. But why me?
Bonnie McCloud:
[frowns] That's a silly question.
Annie Garrett:
I don't think so.
Bonnie McCloud:
What's gotten into you?
Annie Garrett:
Just answer the question.
Bonnie McCloud:
Oh for goodness sake's, Annie, stop being melodramatic.
Annie Garrett:
Oh, I have pussy-footed around this for too many years, let's just get it out in the open right now, okay?
Bonnie McCloud:
I don't know what you're talking about!
Annie Garrett:
Katie's ghost. She permeates that house you call home.
Bonnie McCloud:
Why? Because I hang a few pictures of her on the walls?
Annie Garrett:
Pictures are great, but you've turned them into shrines, along with her whole bedroom!
Bonnie McCloud:
The memory of Katie lives in that room and will as long as I'm alive.
Annie Garrett:
You can cite how many ribbons she won and when she won them.
Bonnie McCloud:
Of course I can. I was there.
Annie Garrett:
How many have I won? Huh? I know you've always blamed me for Katie's death.
Bonnie McCloud:
That's a terrible thing to say.
Annie Garrett:
It's true. If I had picked up the ice-cream that night, she would still be alive.
Bonnie McCloud:
I don't blame you for that.
Annie Garrett:
Don't insult me by lying to my face. "She wasn't supposed to be driving, she was supposed to be home". That's what you said to me that night, Mother, and I heard it loud and clear.
Bonnie McCloud:
I had just lost a daughter!
Annie Garrett:
What, and I didn't lose anything?
Bonnie McCloud:
Losing a sister is not the same.
Bonnie McCloud:
Wrong! I lost more than Katie. That night, my mother died too. You emotionally died with her. I am trying to put away the guilt and move on with my life. Go home Mother, bury Katie, and get on with your own life. Taylor and I will be just fine.
Christabella:
Look at this map. [points to a map]
Christabella:
Memorize this [points to a map]
Christabella:
Your memory may save your life.
Rose:
[Whispers to herself] Left, right, left, left, right, right...
Cybil Bennet:
Rose...
Rose:
Left, left, left, right, left...
Cybil Bennet:
[Puts hand on Rose's shoulder] Rose.
Rose:
[Rose mouths] Left...
Rose:
Right, left, right, left, left
Cybil Bennet:
[Shakes Rose] ROSE!
Rose:
[Concentration is broken] Let me do this! I have to do this.
