Marie: I said out! Just take your skinny pale behind outta here before I call your momma and tell her what you’ve been up to! Come on! Get out! Get out! Get…get…get…GET! Get outta here!
Al: She knows.
Sam: She doesn’t k-know anything.
Al: I just heard what she said. She felt it the moment you leaped in and she knows it wasn’t just Will that she was with last night.
Sam: I don’t have a lot of time.
Abigail: What are you talking about?
Sam: I love you. No matter what happens or whatever I say in the future, just know that in this brief moment of time we belong to each other. Please know that.
Sam: As soon as I touched her, it was me. It was all me. Me and Abigail.
Cherlyn Stanton: (to Sam) Hello Sweet Cheeks! Come on over here you hot-blooded southern rebel and melt me down! Tonight, Lawrence Stanton III, I am Jane Fonda in Butterfield 8!
Sam: (to Al) Even heroes are human.
Al: To whom are you talking? People are going to think you are coo-coo walking around like this.
Al: What matters is that you are Sam Beckett! That’s the reason you got this crazy job!