Luckman: Well! So much for our great trip to San Diego Bob, I told you we should have gone to San Francisco.
Barris: What like going to San Francisco would not have caused this problem with the engine?
Luckman: Yeah because when you're going north, it screws this way, and when you're going south it screws that way.
Barris: If we were in Australia.
Fred: Hey Donna, do you like cats?
Donna: Drippy little things, moving along, about a foot above the ground.
Fred: Above? You mean on the ground?
Donna: Just dripping, behind furniture. Little spring flowers with blue in them might come up first.
Donna: What if someone stomps on them and they're all gone?
Fred: It's like you know me. You can read me.
Mike: I believe God's M.O. is to transmute evil into good and if He's active here, he's doing that now. Although our eyes can't perceive it. The whole process is hidden beneath the surface of our reality. It will only be revealed later. And even then, the people of the future, our children's children, will never truly know this awful time that we have gone through and the losses we took. Maybe some footnote in a minor history book, a brief mention with no list of the fallen.
Bob Arctor: That fucking Barris, you know how he works. He doesn't kill anybody, but he hangs around until the situation arises where they die. Then he just sits there, he sort of sets them up in the first place while he stays out of it.