Yes, it’s true. This man has no dick.
Aaron: You know how the Russians solved the problem?
Abe: Yeah, they used a pencil.
The Russians need to take us in one piece, and that’s why they’re here. That’s why they won’t use nukes anymore; and we won’t either, not on our own soil. The whole damn thing’s pretty conventional now. Who knows? Maybe next week will be swords.
Mr. Sulu is chasing crewmen–with a sword!
Hiro. You have your sword now. You have your power. You can teleport us back… so we can fix this. And get us out of here. I don’t like the future.
And what is time travel but your pathetic attempted to try to control the world around you? Your futile effort to have a question answered? You think I don’t know you, Alexander? I can look inside your memories, your nightmares, your dreams. You’re a man haunted by those two most terrible words: What if?
I told you, I’m a time traveler–I got it in the future.
An old girlfriend from the village. A Trotskyite, who became a Jesus freak, and was arrested for selling pornographic connect-the-dot books.
You can’t go by looks, Milt.
When 900 years you reach, look as good you will not!
I’m older than you are. I’m nine hundred and six.
(Note: The tenth Doctor looks considerably better than Yoda!)
But the nearest star is over a thousand years away!
Chariots of the Gods, man. They practically own South America. I mean, they taught the Incas everything they know.
Science ain’t an exact science with these clowns, but they’re getting better. You’re lucky you didn’t end up in ancient Egypt.
If we knew the unknown, the unknown wouldn’t be unknown.
What, do you think I am stupid?
Mitch, there’s something you need to know. Compared to you, most people have the IQ of a carrot.
Now I suppose this is the time for me to say something profound. Nothing comes to mind.
I was thinking of the immortal words of Socrates, who said, “… I drank what?”
Like sands of the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.