Quantum Leap (TV Series)
The Leap Back - June 15, 1945 (1991)
Scott Bakula: Dr. Sam Beckett
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Quotes
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Sam : Oh, my God. I'm home. I'm home, Al.
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Sam : You have great eyes.
Dr. Donna Eleese : Are you talking about the way they look or my vision?
Sam : Yes.
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[Al has been knocked unconscious by Clifford]
Sam : Come on, Al, you gotta wake up!
Ziggy : I just explained, Doctor. Admiral Calavicci cannot regain consciousness for another 8.7...
Sam : Damn it, Ziggy, tell me somethin' I don't know!
Ziggy : Tina's having an affair with Gushie.
Sam : A way to save Al and Suzanne!
Ziggy : Stop Clifford from pushing the car over the cliff.
Sam : How? He's in 1945, I'm in 1999.
Ziggy : I didn't say it was easy.
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Sam : Ziggy?
Ziggy : Yes, Dr. Beckett?
Sam : You've made brilliant theoretical hypotheses with minimal data over the last four years.
Ziggy : That's true.
Sam : I'd like you to do one now.
Ziggy : I don't think so, Doctor.
Dr. Donna Eleese : Why not?
Ziggy : I'm dealing with too many data-limiting factors: the Admiral, this Captain Tom Jarret he's leapt into, a year no one had the foresight to preload into my memory banks. Actually, I was doing quite well absorbing the year until Franklin Delano Roosevelt died. It depressed me. Try me in 11.6 hours.
Sam : What if the Admiral doesn't have 11.6 hours?
Ziggy : I believe your brain is still slightly magnafluxed, Dr. Beckett, or you'd remember I never experience guilt. That's a flaw found only in human computers. Good night, Doctor. Have fun, you two.
Sam : Ziggy!
Dr. Donna Eleese : It won't do any good.
Sam : Why did I give him Barbara Streisand's ego?
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Ziggy : Why do human beings die for love?
Sam : Check Shakespeare.
Ziggy : Thank you, Doctor.
Sam : Not now!
Ziggy : Why not? With a million-gigabyte capacity, I'm quite capable of rubbing my tummy, patting my head and doing a trillion floating point operations at once.
Sam : Because I don't have time to get into a philosophical discussion.
Ziggy : I've finished reading Shakespeare. I see your point.
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Sam : Revenge is mine, thus sayeth the hologram!
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[after switching places with Sam, Al is for once the one leaping into the body of Captain Tom Jarret, a war hero]
Mike : You look terrific! Considering.
Admiral Al Calavicci : Considering? Considering what?
Mike : What? Tom, you just spent three years in a POW camp. They didn't feed you much, did they?
Admiral Al Calavicci : Bowl of rice a day.
Mike : Germans fed you rice?
Admiral Al Calavicci : The VC.
Mike : VC?
Sam : Al, Al, you're not Admiral Al Calavicci; you're Captain Tom somebody, and you better start acting like him until Ziggy tells us what you're here to change.
Admiral Al Calavicci : Oh. How?
Sam : How?
Admiral Al Calavicci : [typing on his dead hand-link] There's nobody home.
Sam : Don't look at me, look at him!
Mike : Everybody's home. They're all still asleep. Is that some new kind of walkie-talkie?
Sam : Uh, yeah, yeah, yyyou're testing it for the government. It's top secret.
Admiral Al Calavicci : Oh, yes, this is top secret, and I'm evaluating it for the Pentagon.
Sam : That's good. Now, put it away.
Admiral Al Calavicci : Put it away.
Mike : Just got liberated from a POW camp, and they've already given you a new duty assignment.
Admiral Al Calavicci : It's just like the Navy.
Sam : Army.
Admiral Al Calavicci : Army.
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Sam : I know how to open the chamber door. I designed Ziggy with a back-door code, so that I could override any command, even one dealing with catastrophic failure. All we have to do is get the code to Gushie.
Admiral Al Calavicci : Oh, well, that should be easy enough. All we have to do is wait half a century.
Sam : Well, in a sense, yes, but for us, it'll be instantaneous. Now, we've gotta figure out what the date is where I'm at today.
Admiral Al Calavicci : September 18th, 1999.
Sam : Your Swiss-cheesed brain remembers today's date?
Admiral Al Calavicci : My fifth wife is suing me for more alimony, and that's the court date. There's some days you don't forget.
Sam : Okay. Okay. We deliver a letter to Gushie on September the 18th, nineteen-hundred and ninety-nine.
Admiral Al Calavicci : Who's gonna wait 54 years to deliver a letter?
Sam : The post office. And my dad's lawyer, Doc Krosnov. We mail Doc Krosnov a letter, right? With, say, a hundred bucks.
Admiral Al Calavicci : For the stamp.
Sam : No, no, no, no, no, it's 1945. $100 will do very nicely. We mail him a letter, with $100 and instructions to have the code delivered to Gushie on September the 18th, nineteen-hundred and ninety-nine.
Admiral Al Calavicci : It could work.
Sam : It's gotta work.
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Sam : Ziggy?
Ziggy : Yeeeeessssss?
Sam : Do you have enough...
Ziggy : Data to give you a reasonably accurate projection as to why Admiral Calavicci has leapt into Crown Point, Indiana, in the year 1945?
Sam : Yes.
Ziggy : No.
Sam : Do you have any data on Admiral Calavicci?
Ziggy : He'll kiss the girls and make them cry.
Tina : [sighing] Oh, ain't that the truth.
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Admiral Al Calavicci : Do you have any Sweet 'n Low? Or Equal?
Kelly : Sweet 'n low? Equal?
Sam : Oh, no, no, no, no. They didn't have any artificial sweetner in 1945. Okay? But...
[he looks at Kelly]
Sam : ...boy, did they have women with big kazooms!
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[Clifford has just learned that his fiance Suzanne is now going to marry Tom, i.e. Al]
Clifford White : You can't be serious. We're to be married in two days! What are my mother and father gonna say about that?
Sam : Cancel the church, cancel the reception, cancel the tux, the cake...
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Sam : The lightning strike could've been misread by Ziggy as a catastrophic collapse of the radium accelerator ring surrounding the imaging chamber. Ziggy would've automatically sealed the chamber to protect the project from radium radiation.
Admiral Al Calavicci : But when they realize that the ring didn't collapse, then they're gonna open the door!
Sam : Well, see, once the door has been sealed, it can't be reopened by Ziggy until the radiation half-life of the radium ring has... expired.
Admiral Al Calavicci : Why do I feel this is gonna be a big number?
Sam : Well, no, no, not in cosmic terms. See, it's, it's, uh... 1,600 years.
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[Suzanne is in a passionate embrace with Al]
Clifford White : Suzanne Elsinger! What are you doing?
Sam : Suckin' face, pal, with my buddy here. It's very big in the '60s, '70s and '80s.
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[when Suzanne - after some hanky-panky with Al - goes for a whiz, Sam follows her into the bushes]
Admiral Al Calavicci : Sam!
Sam : [returns] What am I doing?
Admiral Al Calavicci : You dog!
Sam : Well, it's your filthy mind!
Admiral Al Calavicci : Yeah, well, I want my mind back! These choir boy thoughts are drivin' me nuts!
Sam : Well, they didn't seem to stop you a few minutes ago.
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Sam : Oh, my God. Your brain's Swiss-cheesed.
Admiral Al Calavicci : My brain is fine.
Sam : No it's not, the leap Swiss-cheesed it.
Admiral Al Calavicci : Stop saying that!
Sam : It's nothing to be ashamed of! Do you remember the first time I leaped? I couldn't even remember my own name.
Admiral Al Calavicci : Al. My name is Al.
Sam : [after waiting expectantly for a few seconds] Al what?
Admiral Al Calavicci : [laughs awkwardly] You think I've forgotten my last name?
Sam : [laughs and smiles] I'm about to bet on it.
Admiral Al Calavicci : Well, you'd lose. It's Beckett. Al Beckett. Ha!
Sam : It's Calavicci. Al Calavicci. HA!
[laughs]
Admiral Al Calavicci : [very confused] Calavicci? It's not Beckett?
Sam : No!
Admiral Al Calavicci : Well, then, who the hell is Beckett?
Sam : Me. I'm Beckett.
Admiral Al Calavicci : [yells] GUSHIE!
