But the truth is, the world is so much stranger than that.
We were all feeling a bit shagged and fagged and fashed, it being a night of no small expenditure.
The Doctor: Hang on. Is it you? Am I back on Karn? You’re the Sisterhood of Karn, keepers of the flame of utter boredom.
Ohila: Eternal life.
The Doctor: That’s the one.
He chose…poorly.
I offer you immortality or instant death.
All you have to do is kill me like they said you would. Except you know your own future, which means you can change it if you want to.
Do keep out of my way in the future and the past.
Theorizing that one could time travel within his own lifetime, Doctor Sam Beckett led an elite group of scientists into the desert to develop a top secret project, known as QUANTUM LEAP. Pressured to prove his theories or lose funding, Doctor Beckett, prematurely stepped into the Project Accelerator and vanished. He awoke to find himself in the past, suffering from partial amnesia and facing a mirror image that was not his own. Fortunately, contact with his own time was made through brainwave transmissions, with Al, the Project Observer, who appeared in the form of a hologram that only Doctor Beckett could see and hear. Trapped in the past, Doctor Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life, putting things right, that once went wrong and hoping each time, that his next leap will be the leap home.
Two American scientists are lost in the swirling maze of past and future ages, during the first experiments on America’s greatest and most secret project, the Time Tunnel. Tony Newman and Doug Phillips now tumble helplessly toward a new fantastic adventure, somewhere along the infinite corridors of time.
Help! Get me out, my hands are trapped, I can’t move my hands. I’m stuck and I can’t… I can’t move my hands… Get me out.
Honey, you have this guy’s arm, you don’t have his personality.
You are twice and twice times twice welcome.
We didn’t choose this place! We didn’t choose these people! They were invited!
Show me a man or a woman alone and I’ll show you a saint. Give me two and they’ll fall in love. Give me three and they’ll invent the charming thing we call ‘society’. Give me four and they’ll build a pyramid. Give me five and they’ll make one an outcast. Give me six and they’ll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they’ll reinvent warfare. Man may have been made in the image of God, but human society was made in the image of His opposite number, and is always trying to get back home.
Hell is other people.
Every time I see one of those things I expect to spot some guy dressed in red with horns and a pitchfork.
That guy is still the biggest horndog.
Get a girlfriend, Jeff!
I’ll call one right now.