Damn, I hate the 70s.

I just can't do it, mister.

No, I'd never do that.

I gotta show him how teed off I am.

No, I understand, Gus.

I like that.

I guess you can't hurt me because I'm not of your time.

That's why I brought along this.

No, but seriously, folks, I leave you with this one thought.

I thought we had established the last time around that I couldn't get hurt in 1977.

Well, now that I have your attention, there is this waffle maker downtown that I've had my eye on.

That's very sad for you, but I have to run right now.

See for that rich neurosurgeon guy, but I got back at her.

Well, I don't want to disturb the cute family of raccoons that live inside.

I got that same exact photo in my locker down at the station house.

I went up to her door, see, and I rang the doorbell, and then when she came out and answered it, there was no one there.

I now realize that you really do miss the life of a peace officer, don't you?

and I've come back to your era using a special time drink that I call Time Juice.

Yeah, and every time I think about the way you were kicked off the force, that really burns me.

I don't know what kind of hell demon you are, buddy, but I'd whiz on Mother Teresa to avoid that fate.