Do you have a soul mate?
I know what you’re thinking… and you ought to be ashamed of yourself.
You’re just not thinking fourth dimensionally!
Evil! Pure and simple, from the 8th Dimension! Get 'em!
Hee hee hee! “Get her!” That was your whole plan, huh? “Get her”? Very scientific.
I love it when a plan comes together.
It’s a shame you know what, we didn’t actually get to do the thing, the Swiss job. It’s a beautiful plan.
Save it for the sequel.
Not a sequel, part of a trilogy. Completely planned.
Has there been another goddamn re-write? How the fuck are we supposed to learn our lines when there’s a new script every 15 minutes?
Shoot him, he’s an American spy!
If I’m walking into a shit storm I wanna know which way the wind’s blowing.
This is a kinetic-kill, side-winder vehicle with a secondary cyclotrimethylenetrinitramine RDX burst. It’s capable of busting a bunker under the bunker you just busted. If it were any smarter, it’d write a book, a book that would make *Ulysses *look like it was written in crayon. It would read it to you. This is my Eiffel Tower. This is my Rachmaninoff’s Third. My Pieta. It’s completely elegant, it’s bafflingly beautiful, and it’s capable of reducing the population of any standing structure to zero. I call it “The Ex-Wife.”
Come on, man, you-you get a Series Four De-atomizer and I-I get a little - little midgy cricket?
Nothin’ happened the way it was supposed to happen.
My name is H.G. Wells. I came here in a time machine of my own construction. I am pursuing Jack the Ripper, who escaped into the future in my machine.
General Ripper, Sir, as an officer in Her Majesty’s Air Force, it is my clear duty, under the present circumstances, to issue the recall code, upon my own authority, and bring back the Wing. If you’ll excuse me, sir.
Well, excuse me, princess!
Agador! Where is Starina? She goes on in 5 minutes!
Remember! You’re going out there a kid, but you’re coming back a star!