Flight, now I lost all three of them!
All I see are dead people.
Yes, I know… made me from dead… I love dead… hate living.
You fool. No man can kill me. Die now.
No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!
A young gentleman of great expectations.
Sir, what you have there is what we refer to as a focused, non-terminal, repeating phantasm, or a Class Five full roaming vapor. Real nasty one, too!
Spirit, what perversity is this?
Wait a minute, Doc. Ah… Are you telling me that you built a time machine… out of a DeLorean?
Wait a minute, Doc. Ah… Are you telling me that you built a time machine… out of a DeLorean?
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The life you thought you had… it never happened.
Roz: None of this ever happened, gentlemen. And I don’t want to see any paperwork on it.
I am not making it up. I am asking you for help.
Someone has to save our skins. Into the garbage chute, fly boy.
There aren’t many ladies at 10,000 feet, your majesty.
Well, I certainly hope this little incident hasn’t put you off flying, miss. Statistically speaking, of course, it’s still the safest way to travel.
It’s an entirely different kind of flying…altogether!
Yes, it is. And I have a receipt to prove it.
Shop smart. Shop S-Mart.
Real smart. C’mon. Let’s see how smart you are with my foot up your ass!