Russell Franklin:
Hey, an AGA mask! Did some wreck diving in one of these off the coast of Spain. Tourist thing, you know. You like wreck diving?
Carter Blake:
It's okay.
Russell Franklin:
Come on, I bet you're really good at it!
Carter Blake:
We're on the water. Whole cat-and-mouse thing don't float. You're the man, right?
Russell Franklin:
Yeah. Yeah, I'm the man.
Carter Blake:
Well, the man's always got a file. What's it say?
Russell Franklin:
Two years, Leavenworth, smuggling.
Carter Blake:
How'd you make your money? You're the first rich guy in history who's squeaky-clean?
Russell Franklin:
You do understand my concern, right?
Carter Blake:
Look, I got a workable deal here. I don't make waves, I meet the terms of my parole. I'm not out to change the world like the doc, and I'm not out to wreck it either.
Father:
Hello, Mrs. Peel, welcome back to The Ministry. Now we're going to have a talk.
Emma Peel:
About the weather, how topical!
Father:
It'll help pass the time.
Emma Peel:
Time would pass anyway if you think about it logically! But then so few do think logically, or even anti-logically. Clockwise or anti-clockwise, tick-toc, toc-tick, see-saw, Margery Daw. It amounts to the same thing! After all how do you know I'm the real Mrs Peel?
Father:
How real do you feel, Mrs. Peel?
Emma Peel:
I'll repeat the question, bypassing the weather, which, no doubt, being British, we'll return to in a moment. Do I walk like Mrs Peel, talk like Mrs Peel? Am I witty, wise, wonderful to know? Or, do I go around shooting Ministry agents, attempting to rule the world on my days off?
Father:
Now you're just playing games!
Early Grayce:
Got them both on the dead run.
Adele Corners:
No! No, no, no Early!
Early Grayce:
Come on, momma. [Walks over to Brian who is standing over the wounded cop]
Early Grayce:
Tell me that don't hurt. Here. [Hands Brian a gun while pointing another one at his head]
Brian Kessler:
What?
Early Grayce:
Gotta put that crippled dog out of his misery. You wanna know about it, you gotta do it, son. Shoot him. Come on, lay it on in there. Come on, mean boy. Come on, mean boy. Do it! Shoot him! Shoot the dog! Time to live, boy. Shoot him. Come on. Go! Go, mean boy. [Brian drops the gun]
Early Grayce:
You faggot.
Brian Kessler:
Look at his face! It's not your father. Look at him!
Early Grayce:
I know that, you idiot. That's police in a world of hurting. This here's a mercy killing. [He kills the cop]
Carrie Laughlin:
Oh God!
Early Grayce:
Let's hit the road.
[the geography teacher uses a pointer to demonstrate, on the classroom blackboard, the world of Pleasantville, which consists of Elm Street, Main Street, and the Town Hall]
Miss Peters:
Last week, class, we discussed the geography of Main Street. This week we're going to be talking about Elm Street. Now, can anyone tell me the difference between Elm Street and Main Street? Tommy.
Tommy:
It's not as long?
Miss Peters:
That's right, Tommy, it's not as long. Also, it only has houses, so the geography of Main Street is different than the geography of Elm Street. [Jennifer is frowning in bewilderment. She raises her hand]
Miss Peters:
Mary Sue!
Jennifer:
Yeah. What's outside of Pleasantville? [the entire class turns to look at her]
Miss Peters:
I don't understand.
Jennifer:
Outside of Pleasantville? Like, what's at the end of Main Street?
Miss Peters:
[chuckles and shakes her head] Mary Sue. You should know the answer to that! The end of Main Street is just the beginning again. [the teacher points at the intersection of Elm and Main. The class feels released to giggle at Jennifer/Mary Sue's clearly stupid question, and Jennifer frowns again]
