Can you bring your orrery to my laboratory?
Why don’t you come up to the lab and see what’s on the slab? Are you shivering with antici…?
… pation?
Is there any other possible answer to that question?
Is there any other possible question to that answer?
Are we playing Jeopardy now?
“Can I have Rocky Horror Picture Show lines for $100, please, Alex?”
Why do I have this strange feeling of deja vu?
Isn’t this where we came in?
Is it time to leave?
Why don’t we worry about that later, and just keep going for now?
Remember when you could just stay for another showing of a movie? Or not worry about when you came in, waiting around until you got to that point before leaving?
Remember double features with newsreels and cartoons between them?
Would those be science-fiction double-features? 
Yes, and didn’t it cost only 25 cents?
Were those Saturday afternoon kiddie matinees?
I think they were… or maybe Sunday?
Wasn’t it just Saturdays?
Who cares what day they were? Weren’t they fun?
And did you also enjoy penny whistles, little red wagons, and electronic football?