Where the hell's that captain of ours?

Boy, Gus should really put a stop on his newspaper delivery when he goes away for the weekend.

I'm the ghost of Christmas yet to be.

Captain, get the hell out of this house!

When he returns to the present, the kid had become the evil fascist ruler of the world, enslaving millions.

You'll see me kicking the snot out of him in the second reel.

That in the case of trying to kill the captain, I'd better shoot him!

Nah, they don't have the bugs out of it yet.

Well, running like a girl at the speed of light usually works.

The last time I really upset them with my blunt truths of time travel.

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

No kid, I'm watching old Super 8 footage of me beating the snot out of some slimy alleged jaywalking punk bastard kinko.

Well, everything will be okay as long as I don't put the idea of whizzing on the captain in your head.

My favorite movie star looks so serene there, beating in the skull of that old lady.

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

My only thanks is the pitter-patter of little children running up to bed with full bellies.

Don't you know the world's full of two-headed walking dead zombies who all look like Sharon?

In 1977, I got kicked off the police force because when I got passed over for a promotion, I sort of took a whiz on the captain.

I'll just amuse myself until his imminent return by making some of my fun newspaper hats from all the nations.

Well, that just confirms my theory that a futuristic race of super goats will travel back in time to present day in order to train a militia of regular goats to take over the world.