Myka: Maybe there's a clue in one of Wells' books, because our library is amazing.
Leena: I know, first editions of everything that's been printed.
Pete: Does that include comic books?
Myka: Really? That's your first thought
Pete: No, but you definitely wouldn't like my first thought.
Myka: You're right.

Myka: You know that my dad used to read me H.G. Wells when I was a kid?
Pete: Yep, nothing like a little War of the Worlds to put a toddler to sleep.
Myka: You've read War of the Worlds?
Pete: Uh, no, but I saw the movie. Tom Cruise was awesome. Oh, and Brando in Island of Dr. Moreau--I could've been a scientist.
Myka: Great, great, now all we need is Angelina to do The Modern Utopia and you'll be all caught up.

Pete: How do you not have jet lag?
Myka: Because I slept on the plane. I mean, how many time can you watch Marley & Me?
Pete: It's so sad.

Pete: So, uh, what'd you say to Mary Poppins, anyway?
Myka: Oh, I just told her that you were a mental patient who thought he was H.G. Wells' long-lost boyfriend.
Pete: No, you didn't. Did you? (Myka walks away) Nice. That's not even funny.

Pete: I'll admit it, I thought she was hot, but she's also obviously a...
Myka: Cavorite.
Pete: Yeah, yeah, I'm sure she was that, too.
Myka: No, Cavorite was--was an anti-gravity metal that Wells wrote about. But Cavorite doesn't exist. I mean, there's no such thing.
Pete: Myka, in this job there's no such thing as no such thing. We just met the female H.G. Wells, for crying out loud.
Myka: Good point.

Claudia: Okay, well, the flames only go up eight rows. All we have to do is climb 20, run across the top, and climb down.
Artie: All we have to do?
Claudia: On the upside, you'll be able to work off some of those extra pounds you've been griping about.
Artie: Devil child.