I’m sorry, I don’t have the time…
But we don’t reckon time the same way, do we, Clarice? This is all the time you’ll ever have.
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.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Doc. Ah… Are you telling me that you built a time machine… out of a DeLorean?
You know, I’ll never forget my old dad. When these things would happen to him… the things he’d say to me.
Your daddy’s a dead man.
I wanted to be the first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill!
Thank you. But in all honesty, the last three I backed over with my car. Luckily, they turned out to be drug dealers.
Don Corleone: It makes no difference, it don’t make any difference to me what a man does for a living, you understand. But your business is a little dangerous.
Lesson number one: Don’t underestimate the other guy’s greed!
The point is, ladies and gentleman, that greed - for lack of a better word - is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms; greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge has marked the upward surge of mankind.
Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet.
I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure.
Are you sure about that five minutes? Are you sure about that five minutes? ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THOSE FIVE MINTUES?
Missed it by that much.
Yeah. But the sight’s not right yet.
Maybe you should drink a little.
Five years ago, I met you in a saloon; now I find you in one. I don’t see much change.
You’d like a drink better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stub, wouldn’t you?
My eye! My eye! I can’t see! I can’t see!