Sam arrives in a car, driving at top speed between pillars on an underpass and smoking a cigarette. He pulls off and looks in the mirror to discover that he's a teenager with a bad case of acne. Sam checks his license and discovers he's Cameron "Cam" Wilson, a 17-year-old with a taste for junk food. He goes to the local burger joint where the local gang, the Impalas, taunts him over the fact he bailed out. Cam's sister Cheryl and her fiancé Bob Thompson pull up and Cheryl tells Sam that they've been accepted into the Peace Corps and going to Tonga, and not to tell their parents. Bob kisses Cheryl and then takes a drink out of a flask. The gang starts picking on Jill, a tomboy, and Sam comes to her rescue. An angry Cheryl stalks off and Bob and his gang close in on Sam...Read the full recap
Sam: If you're going to have to quantum leap through time, you have to be ready to leap at a moment's notice... to help your fellow traveler, to be open to new friends, to eat and leap. And to expect... the unexpected.
Sam: (just after leaping in) My God, I'm a dork. A dork with teeth that could pick up radio transmissions. Oh, boy.
Jill: Cam?! Are you naked?
Al: Do the initials B.A. mean anything to you?
Sam: Al. Al! What year is it?
Sam: Great. The tail end of the most immature period in history. All the guys still drink malts, drive hot rods and wear butch wax in their hair. And the girls all have pillow fights, chat on the phone, blind dates and get their panties raided.
Al: Ah, those were the good old days.
Janie Wilson: Excuse me. What is this?
Sam: An old Playboy magazine.
Janie Wilson: Old? Miss May looks pretty fresh to me.
Al: (after Cheryl's bridal shower) Oh, Tina would look good without that on.
Al: Hi, Sam. Oh, you missed all the fun.
Sam: What are you doin' here?
Al: I'm confirming that Ziggy's data retrieval circuits are fully functional.
Al: Well, you see, he predicted that Cheryl's lingerie party would start precisely at 2:07 Pacific Daylight Time. He was eight seconds off.
Sam: Al, you didn't stand in here and watch Cheryl trying all this stuff on?
Al: Well, you know, uh--if you're gonna publish, you gotta have data.
Sam: What are you gonna publish, a lingerie catalog?
Al: That's a good idea, Sam. I could do some inside research, if you get my drift.
Sam: Yeah, I get your drift. What... what else you here for?
Al: Nothing, no. I thought lingerie was enough.
Mrs. Thompson: You're not going to know what to do on the day of the wedding.
Chuck Thompson: Sure I am. Drink heavily.
Sam: Leaping about in time, I've suffered some humiliation and abuse. But I can't recall anything as horrible as being forced to sit at the children's table.
Sam: I'd like to make a toast. First, to my sister, Cheryl. I just want you to know how proud I am to have you as my big sister. You're a person with incredible strength and vision. A person brave enough to answer President Kennedy's call to... "ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country." I'm so proud of you for having the courage to go out and make a difference in the lives of people less fortunate than ourselves.
Al: You know, normally, I’m against spreading men’s room gossip. But in this case…
Sam: It would be criminal not to.
Al: Look what I picked up this morning.
Sam: The girl or the car?
Al: Both. I met her at the car auction. She offered to wax my hood.
Sam: Well, she looks like she does good work.