* Pete: In an ideal world, what would be your perfect job?
Ray: I don't know. Comic shop?
Pete: Oh, come on. Think bigger.
Ray: Astronaut?
Pete: Yeah, cool! But I mean your absolute dream job? I mean, if there was... no limit.
Ray: No limits? Well, it's obvious. It's got to be Time Lord.
* Ray: I do talk about other things.
Pete: What? Like sky-fi?
Ray: How many times? It's not "sci-fi", Pete, it's "science fiction", or "SF", which can also stand for "speculative fiction".
* Pete: Nerds!
Ray: Hey! Didn't we all agree to stop using the "N" word?
Pete: I didn't agree to anything.
Ray: "Nerd" is the word they use to keep us down.
Toby: You should use the term... "imagineer".
Pete: Yeah. That's the nerdiest thing I've ever heard!
* Pete: So, what do we do now, Ray? This is your thing.
Ray: This is not my thing. My thing is reading books about this shit, not actually being in it.
* Pete: What about the rules? There's always rules, isn't there?
Ray: Yeah, but it depends who you read.
Toby: Well, even I know some rules.
Ray: Like what?
Toby: You can't tread on any butterflies. Not just butterflies, you can't kill anything in the past, because it wipes out all its descendants and you could end up wiping out the whole human race.
Ray: Don't sleep with anyone. It ends up being your mum or gran.
Pete: That's just sick! {...} OK. Don't kill anything, don't fuck anything. What else?
Ray: Don't touch yourself.
Pete: My mind is on other things right now.
Ray: No. I mean, don't touch the other us.
* Ray: So we just wait?
Cassie: Yeah.
Ray: In the cupboard?
Cassie: I'm afraid so.
Ray: No glowing portal? No vortex? No big star ship? Just sit and wait in the cupboard?
Cassie: Yeah.
Ray: Not exactly the glamour that I had expected from time travel.
* Toby: Crisp, anyone?
Ray: Have you checked the sell-by date on those?
Toby: May... 2094.
Ray: How do they taste?
* Ray: We have to have a little look around. I mean, how can we not?
Toby: Are you serious? Have you actually looked out there?
Ray: This might just be a bad area.
Toby: In a bad area, windows get put through, kids drink on corners. That is The End of The Fucking World!!
* Toby: Oh! Look at the table. I'm writing. I'm Jesus... and I'm writing.
* Toby: Every time I come up with a genius idea, or one of you says something stupid, I put it in there.
* Ray: Hey! Drop your weapons!
Millie: You see any weapons, Ray? See, my time machine has a built-in armament system. So, to drop my weapons would require about... yeah, 12 hours of surgery.
* Pete: I swear I will never use a pub toilet again. It's too dangerous.
Ray: That's all you're taking away from this evening?
* Ray: Whoa! Two years, huh? Wow! So, we must have... Have we had any of the?
Cassie: Hmm? I don't know what you're talking about. Unless, of course, you mean sex, which yeah, we've done that lots.
Ray: Lots! Was I any good?
* Ray: Guys, guys! Listen to yourselves! Look! This is our one chance to do something important. Yeah, we might fuck it up. To be honest, we probably will. OK, we definitely will. But...
* Pete: This is all getting a little bit too complicated.
--- Cловарик:
speculative — умозрительный; теоретический, гипотетический
Недостаточные, имо, 7.3/10 на Imdb (> 3,500 голосов по состоянию на 4/1/10).
! Gooood.
++ Chris O'Dowd. О, да! (см. тж. IT Crowd; ждём 4-ый сезон, по ходу :)
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