- Al: Leon, I know you're confused. But the truth is, you don't belong here.
- Leon Stiles: What, is this some kind of dream or something?
- Al: No, it's not a dream. I came to take you back, Leon.
- Leon Stiles: Back to where?
- Al: Back to 1958. There was a mix-up in an experiment, and accidentally, you traveled forty years into the future. You traded places with a friend of mine, who's stuck back in '58!
- Leon Stiles: You think I'm stupid?
- Al: Would I make up a story like this?
- Leon Stiles: People don't just jump into other people's lives!
- Al: Well, my friend does.
- [Sam has leaped into Leon Stiles, an illiterate murderer]
- Sam: [voice-over] I've always made it a rule never to judge people on first impressions. Of course, rules are made to be broken.
- [Al has just been shot by Stiles]
- Hooker: Oh, my God. I thought you were dead.
- Al: [groans] No, I'm not dead.
- [he opens his jacket]
- Hooker: What's that?
- Al: That's a... that's... a bulletproof vest. And never track a psychotic killer without one.
- Hooker: Hey, is that guy from another planet, or what?
- Al: Mostly "or what".
- Gushie: [voice] Admiral.
- Al: [looking around] Who said that?
- Gushie: [voice] It's me. Gushie.
- Al: Gushie? Where are you?
- Gushie: [voice] I'm right in front of you. Can't you see me?
- Al: If I could see you, would I be talking to the sidewalk?
- Gushie: [voice] I guess Ziggy didn't do a very good job of syncing our brain waves.
- Al: I take that as a compliment.
- Carol Pruitt: What's it like?
- Sam: "It"?
- Carol Pruitt: The future.
- Sam: You believe what I said?
- Carol Pruitt: I don't know what I believe. It's like everything's backwards. I mean, you break into my house and you terrorize us. I see the television, the things they say about you, then you turn around and you let Becky go. You're supposed to be illiterate, but you know more than most of my professors. It's like nothing makes any sense anymore.
- Sam: Welcome to my world.
- [with Carol's help, Sam has completed his mission]
- Sam: Thank you.
- Carol Pruitt: For what?
- Sam: Believing me.
- Al: [Styles draws his gun on a Corporal that's just exited an elevator who then does the same] If you kill him, Dr Beckett can never get back. Put the gun away. That's an order, Corporal!
- Ziggy: Good evening, Admiral. Before we begin the profile scan, I'd like to take this opportunity to express my admiration for your selfless attempt to rescue Dr. Beckett. It is a fitting testimony to the bonding which humans tend to display toward others of their species. Unfortunately, I project a less than 34% chance of success.
- Al: Well, thanks for the vote of confidence.
- [to prove that he is really a doctor, Sam has asked Carol to ask him a medical question]
- Carol Pruitt: The lungs consist of five lobes. Name them.
- Sam: Right upper, right middle, right lower, left upper, left lower.
- Carol Pruitt: That's right.
- Sam: Yeah. Go-go ahead, a-ask me somethin' else. Somethin' harder.
- Carol Pruitt: [flipping through the medical book] Okay, here's one. Name the bones of the foot.
- Sam: Phalanges, metatarsals, cuneiforms, navicular, cuboid, talus and calcaneus. I could spell them for you if you'd like.
- Carol Pruitt: You memorized it.
- Sam: Just had the book for a couple of minutes.
- Carol Pruitt: It's possible.
- Sam: When was the last time you met an illiterate speed-reader?
- Sam: Gushie, why are you fading in and out like that?
- Gushie: [distorted] I must not be tuned into your exact brain wave.
- Sam: And your voice is...
- Gushie: [distorted] Ziggy did kind of a rush job.
- Sam: What are you doing here?
- Gushie: [distorted] Admiral Calavicci told me to let you know if Ziggy came up with any new information.
- Sam: Did she?
- Gushie: [distorted] Well, she says by not surrendering, you've changed history.
- Sam: For the better, I hope.
- Gushie: [distorted] In-in a way.
- Sam: [sternly] Gushie.
- Gushie: [distorted] Now, instead of getting shot outside the house, y-you get shot inside. Exactly 91 minutes from now, Sheriff Hoyt is gonna storm this house, and kill you. I'm afraid there's more. During the shooting, the little girl gets caught in the crossfire.
- Sam: Becky?
- Carol Pruitt: Becky? What about her?
- Gushie: Dr. Beckett - she's gonna be killed.