Bob Jenkins:
Now we know...
Laurel Stevenson:
We know what?
Bob Jenkins:
We know what happens to today when it becomes yesterday... It waits for them... the timekeepers of eternity!
[
Bob is watching the Langoliers eat up the entire airport]
Bob Jenkins:
Now we know, don't we?
Laurel Stevenson:
Know what? We know what?
Bob Jenkins:
We know what happens to today when it becomes yesterday. It waits for them. It waits for them, the timekeepers of eternity. Always following them behind, cleaning up the mess in the most efficient way possible: by eating it!
Nick Hopewell:
[
about to go into the time rip] Oh my god, so beautiful.
[
Engle informs the remaining passengers that they are diverting to Bangor]
Craig Toomy:
I have an important meeting in Boston at nine O'clock! And I forbid you... From flying to some whistle-stop Maine airport! DO YOU HEAR ME?
Laurel Stevenson:
Can you please quiet down? You're scaring the little girl.
Craig Toomy:
Scaring the little girl? SCARING THE LITTLE GIRL? LADY! We've been diverted to some tin... pot airport in the middle of nowhere! And I have more important things to think about than scaring a little girl!
Nick Hopewell:
Do you ever watch Mr. Spock on Star Trek?
Craig Toomy:
What the hell are *you* talking about?
Nick Hopewell:
Just if you don't shut your cakehole, you bloody idiot, I'll be happy to demonstrate his Vulcan sleeper-hold for you.
Albert Kaussner:
Gentlemen, the cola is very, very good today.
Roger Toomy:
Are you gonna look at the big picture or do I have to let *them* have you?
[
Turns Craigs head toward the window]
Craig Toomy:
They don't even exist!
Roger Toomy:
Oh yes. They exist. They were here and they'll be back.
[
Grabs Craig by the ear and pulls him up]
Roger Toomy:
They'll be back for you, you lazy sack of dirt!
Craig Toomy:
What can I do? What can I do?
Roger Toomy:
[
Mimics him cruelly] "What can I do?" "What can I do?" You do whatever you have to do, and you get to Boston! Because if you don't, Craiggy Weggy, they are gonna chew your eyes right out of your head!
Bob Jenkins:
Let's say that every now and then a hole appears in the stream of time. Not a time-warm. A rip. A time rip. A rip in the central fabric.
Don Gaffney:
That's the craziest thing I ever heard of!
Craig Toomy:
Amen!
Bob Jenkins:
Mr. Gaffney, the situation we're in right now, this is crazy. So let's say that such rips do occur every now and then. It would be similar to rare weather phenomenons that are reported. Upside-down tornadoes, circular rainbows, daytime starlight.
Captain Brian Engle:
The aurora borealis.
Bob Jenkins:
[
Bob looks to Brian in surprise] What?
Captain Brian Engle:
There was an aurora borealis over the Mojavi Desert when we left LAX. We were supposed to fly right into it.
Bob Jenkins:
Then that's it. An auroa over the desert. That strengthens my point. If we were to fly into that, and it was a time-rip then that means we're no longer in our own time, ladies and gentlemen.
Don Gaffney:
[
listening to Jenkins' time rip theory] That's the craziest thing I've ever heard.
Craig Toomy:
Amen!
Nick Hopewell:
[
They're in the air after the world below has disappeared after the langoliers have eaten it. The sun is setting] It's going faster now, isn't it?
Captain Brian Engle:
Yeah. After awhile I think the days and nights will be going faster than a camera shutter can click. We're all going to Boston for different reasons. What about you, Nick? Fess up, the hour groweth late.
Nick Hopewell:
Well, why not? What does a Most Secret classification mean when you've just seen a bunch of killer hairballs rolling up the world?
Dinah Catherine Bellman:
Would somebody speak to me, please? I'm sorry but my aunt's gone and I'm blind.
Craig Toomy:
I bought a ticket to Boston, and Boston is where I'd like to go.
Captain Brian Engle:
It's time to fish or cut bait.
Dinah Catherine Bellman:
[
Toomey walks past her] There's something strange in that man's head!
Bethany Simms:
The later it gets, the later it gets.
Albert Kaussner:
You know something, don't you?
Bob Jenkins:
I might. But then I might not...
Nick Hopewell:
[
after Capt. Engle rolled up to the tarmac in Bangor] Thank you for that welcome, my friend. My deep appreciation stems from the fact that it appears you're the only one who's going to extend one. This place is utterly, totally deserted!
Nick Hopewell:
Shut up!
[
kicking C. Toomey]
Laurel Stevenson:
Stop it!
Don Gaffney:
Hey. What'dya hafta do that for?
Nick Hopewell:
Now, listen to me... You need waking up, fellows and girls, and I haven't got the time to do this gently! Dinah says something's coming towards us, rather nasty and a rate of knots, and I, for one, believe her! Now, having a knowledge of what it is may not save our lives, but I'm BLOODY sure the lack of it's gonna put an end to us! And SOON!
[
pause]
Nick Hopewell:
Anybody disagree?
[
pause]
Nick Hopewell:
Jolly good.
[
pause]
Nick Hopewell:
Now, Mr. Jenkins, pray continue.
Nick Hopewell:
[
after Albert has knocked C. Toomey unconscious] You did *this* with a toaster?
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