May I pass along my congratulations for your great interdimensional breakthrough. I am sure, in the miserable annals of the Earth, you will be duly enshrined.
This stuff is experimental equipment from a temporal laboratory–where they run experiments n probability, time travel, interdimensional relationships!
You low-living contraption! I oughta take a can opener to you!
Will someone get this big walking carpet out of my way?
Let the Wookiee win.
Great. I’m about to be killed a million miles from nowhere, with a gung-ho iguana who tells me to relax.
Life. Don’t talk to me about life.
What’s going on here, egghead?
I don’t know! I DON’T KNOW! I’m lost! I’m scared! I feel like I’m disappearing! MY SKIN’S COMING OFF! I’M GETTING OLD! Nothing makes any sense to me! NOTHING MAKES ANY SENSE!
Things change. They always do. You’ll get your chance! Thing is, when it comes, you’ve got to grab it with both hands; hold on tight!
Who can say what chances the turning of the great wheel may bring us? Take it anyway.
You know, you’re much too tense. You’re a young man. You need to relax, learn to take some joy in your work. Do you like music?
Earth woman, shall I tell you what I would like?
I’d like to live just long enough to be there when they cut off your head and stick it on a pike as a warning to the next ten generations that some favors come with too high a price.
Hi, I’m Claudia Schiffer’s head.
Hun unn h-n-u-u-u-u-r-r.
It’s…just three words.
Self-realization. I was thinking of the immortal words of Socrates, who said, “… I drank what?”
Not bad, eh, So-crates? Where are we, dude?
But there are rules in war, Culp! Rules! Rule one, ask no questions.