Run for the hills! It’s the end of civilization!
T’Pring, parted from me and never parted.
Temarc. The river Temarc. In winter.
My arrows are real though.
She’s never seen a bow! It doesn’t exist in her world! To you, it’s a simple tool; to her, it’s magic!
You’re a doctor. There’s your patient.
My doctor’s making it up on the fly!
Reg, you don’t have Terellian Death Syndrome!
That means we are trapped here, in this planet’s past, just as we are — and we’ll stay here for the rest of our lives.
My eyes are technically open, Captain.
Look, I don’t know whether you’ve slept in the past or in the future, but I’m sure you haven’t slept in the present.
Let’s get the hell out of here.
For it was such a badly-written book, filled with endless cliché and shallow characters, that I shall welcome death when it comes.
Prophecy can often be vague, Commander. That’s why we must test it.
…perhaps you were too ill to understand what “Can’t Get Back” means.
He means it’s cold.
Ha ha! Science!
Assassins! Murderers! Murderers! Assassins! You! What planet is this? No! Don’t run! I won’t kill you! It’s they who do the killing! Don’t run! I won’t kill you!
Well, sir, let me serve notice: as soon as I have the necessary evidence, I intend to expose them and make it absolutely clear that they are not welcome here.
That is why we light our beacon this day.