You wanted to frighten us. We’re frightened. You wanted to show we are inadequate? For the moment, I grant that. You want me to say, “I need you”? I. NEED YOU!
You gotta help me - help me, Bryce, I’m frightened.
I would appreciate your help with extra security.
Are you trying to tell me a fully sedated, fully restrained patient somehow slipped out that vent, replaced the grill behind him, and is wriggling his way through the ventilation system?
It takes a very smart rat indeed to find these openings. Only a stainless steel rat can be at home in this environment…
I beet Algernon. I dint even know I beet him until Burt Selden told me. Then the second time I lost because I got so excited. But after that I beet him 8 more times. I must be getting smart to beat a smart mouse like Algernon. But I dont feel smarter.
We’re up against genius, gentlemen! We’d better come up with some geniuses of our own.
There were many better small craft flight engineers than he—Horace Harkness, for one—but it hadn’t taken a genius to carry out the modifications, and that was scary. Of course, there hadn’t been any security features to stop him, since no one in his right mind would have considered that someone might do such an insane thing on purpose.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
You’ve been late a total of sixty-three years, five months, three weeks, two days, twelve hours, forty-one minutes, fifty-nine seconds, point oh three six one one one microseconds. You’ve used up everything you can, and more. I’m going to turn you off.
“And that’s when the Pollisand showed up.” Festina pointed to Mr. Headless Asshole on the display screen. “Right in the control room, at the precise moment meltdown became inevitable. He pranced up to the woman and began to ask questions. Why did you do that? Why didn’t you call for help? Why did you ignore the expert systems? Is there some disturbance in your personal life that’s rendered you mentally incompetent? It’s hard to feel sorry for a techie so stupid, but it must be rough getting badgered with questions right after you’ve doomed a hundred thousand people to become icicles.”
If it fools you into thinking that you’re special, that assumption may doom you.
Guard your honor. Let your reputation fall where it will. And outlive the bastards.
My mother was rather an atrocious woman in her way, but her many failings did not include raising mentally deficient sons.
Skynet knew almost nothing about Connor’s mother. Her full name, where she lived. They just knew the city.
I am Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. I was born in 1518 in the village of Glenfinnan on the shores of Loch Shiel. And I am immortal.
Don’t be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live.
Ok, first, my PDA has a camera, and second, black holes are everywhere… People need to know these things!!
Kay: We’re gonna check the hot sheets.
[Kay pulls up to a newsstand and buys a pile of supermarket tabloids]
Jay: THESE are the hot sheets?
Kay: Best investigative reporting on the planet. But go ahead, read the New York Times if you want. They get lucky sometimes.
Are they the lucky ones? That’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it? We’re a long way from home.