Now I find that fascinatingly illogical.
And then I had to walk on three hands back to the main corridor, till I could find help.
Your hands are so cold. Whoa! That’s interesting. Your tongue is so dry.
The spice exists on only one planet in the entire known universe. A desolate, dry planet with vast deserts.
Well, I’d certainly say she had marvelous judgment, Albert, if not particularly good taste.
So much for the Time Lords’ vaunted justice!
There ain’t no Tanj justice!
You have to be either an obsessive crackpot who’s escaped from his keeper, or Samuel T. Cogley, attorney at law.
Need a lawyer?
I’m afraid so.
Do you ever get the feeling that the Universe is against ya?
Protect me from knowing what I don’t need to know. Protect me from even knowing that there are things to know that I don’t know. Protect me from knowing that I decided not to know about the things that I decided not to know about. Amen.
Lord, lord, lord. Protect me from the consequences of the above prayer.
Who is he?
I don’t know. But I’m gonna find out!
“Who…what are you?” Carson didn’t say it aloud, but the question formed itself in his brain.
You guys created me, I didn’t come from anywhere. Before you started messing around with your computer, I didn’t even exist. By the way, you did an excellent job. Thank you.
The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work… when you go to church… when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
Time is an illusion; lunchtime, doubly so.
The way it functioned was very interesting. When the Drink button was pressed it made an instant but highly detailed examination of the subject’s taste buds, a spectroscopic analysis of the subject’s metabolism and then sent tiny experimental signals down the neural pathways to the taste centers of the subject’s brain to see what was likely to go down well. However, no one knew quite why it did this because it invariably delivered a cupful of liquid that was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea.
My chicken sandwich and coffee. This is my chicken sandwich and coffee!
It’s not my fault, why can’t you give me any decent food! You’re Scottish, fry something!
At the end, the bottom, the very worst of it, with the world afire and hell’s flamewinged angels calling him by name, Lee Crane blamed himself.
Admiral Nelson: Full speed for home, Lee.
Capt. Lee Crane: Aye, aye, sir.