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| For the love of Moses, Al, where the hell are you? Get me home, already, for Chrissakes. I've been jumpin' all over creation for half my life and now I'm stuck in this damned nowhere dimension. Al!! | |
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| Right away, Sam. I'm comin'. Hang on. Practice your anger management techniques while you wait. | |
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| Al Calavicci, at your service. I'm taking you back, finally. But there's a terrible apocalyptic war in the future. I mean my present. I mean -- just come back with me, Sam. You have to fix everything. | |
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| You look a mite different, Al. | |
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| Excellent observation, Sam. I can assure you there's a perfectly rational, excessively complex scientific explanation for that. Later on, I'll tell it to you. | |
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| Damn it, Al, I'm getting too old for this. Let's just leap on back so I can narrowly defeat this undoubtedly dark and gothicky yet somehow unimpressive final villain. | |
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