Speak to me only in Science Fiction

If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you’re gonna see some serious shit.

“If my memory is correct–”

“Which is always has been, to my memory.”

“I can—usually—keep my own memories separated from the ones Aide gave me. But it’s a bit much to expect me to remember that nobody else remembers what I remember when I remember what Aide remembered.”

“Remember.”

Ever heard of Rekall? They sell those fake memories.

You’re standing between me and my memories, pal. Now you have this deneuralyzer thing or not?

“There are so many beautiful things to remember about the Home,” I said into the strained silence.

He drew a deep breath. ‘Well, I’m back,’ he said.

Welcome to earth!

You’re not from around here, are you?

What a place to end up - a minor planet in a third-rate galaxy.

I see a rocket ship with empty fuel tanks, what am I supposed to do?

You must unlearn what you have learned.

People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals and you know it. Fifteen hundred years ago, everybody knew the Earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago, everybody knew the Earth was flat; and fifteen minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone on this planet. Imagine what you’ll know tomorrow.

No picture could convince us of anything.

They’re here! They’re here! They’ve landed! Over on the mall! They’ve landed!

Daddy would have gotten us Uzis.

Mommy, I want to have a Kick-Ass party!

Sure honey, if that’s what you really want to do.

It looked like the sort of toy an erratic child might construct with a mechano set.