Sam: (narrating) I've always made it a rule never to judge people on first impressions. Of course, rules were made to be broken.
Gooshie: Who's going after him?
Al: I am.
(Al glares at him)
Gooshie: W-wouldn't be my first choice.
Sam: He's not a "what," he's a "who."
Carol: Your friend from the future?
Sam: One of them.
Carol: Oh great, now there're two of 'em?
Gooshie: Time and space can be a bitch.
Gooshie: 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?!
Gooshie: I guess Ziggy didn't do a very good job of synching our brainwaves.
Al: I'll take that as a compliment.
Leon: 'Cause you're gonna send me back where I came from, right?
Gooshie: I can't do that.
Leon: I think you're lying to me.
Gooshie: Don't get me wrong. I mean, I'd love to accomodate you but it doesn't work that way. We don't have any control over it.
Leon: Well, who does?!
Gooshie: Well, that kind of depends on your point of view. Call yourself a religious man?
(He looks Leon up and down)
Gooshie: Probably not.