- Doc, look. All we need is a little plutonium.
- What did you say your name was?
- What, I don’t get what happened.
- At least Evan’s okay.
- You better bring him inside.
- Oh, that can’t be good.
- What the hell is that?
- All right, this chick is toast.
- Well, This is a radiation suit.
- A world where anything is possible.
- Why don´t you wanna talk about it?
- I am not a jealous guy.
- Sorry about the mess.
- So what are you gonna do?
- Stand tall, boy. Have some respect for yourself.
- I’m not going out there.
- I’m gonna fuck you up.
- Don’t call 911.
- Yes, of course, November 5, 1955.
- It’s kind of like sailing.
