Strange Brew

Falling Skies 3×8

& Rebecca: That must have been some dream. You were flailing and kicking all night.
    Tom: Aliens invaded.
    Rebecca: Fun.

& Tom: I was just thinking about how beautiful you are.
    Rebecca: You are awfully sentimental this morning.
    Tom: Well, some days, you just wake up and realize what a lucky man you are.
Ω WTF?

Ω Anthony’s a dean? And Tom’s a candidate to replace him? How Freudian...

& Anne Glass’ husband: Boston, New York, Chicago, Jacksonville. Where are you taking my wife, Professor?
    Tom: What is the deal with these four cities?

& Pope: I underestimated you... I believe it was Schopenhauer who said that every parting creates a foretaste of death, every coming together again a foretaste of the resurrection... A driving force for infidelity if there ever was one.

& Tom: Who’s Anne Glass?
Ω Who’s John Galt?

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& Tom: I think somebody’s trying to gaslight me. Does that sound insane?
    Pope: Of course not. Like, you historians... you’re always obsessed with organizing chaotic tangles of random, absurd events and then trying to organize them into tidy, little orderly narratives and explaining them.

& Pope: Mason, it’s no joke. Honestly, it’s what Baudrillard called the simulacrum. That’s where you can’t tell your life from your dreams and your dreams from your life, all right. Trust me. Just stop trying to find meaning in it all. Just embrace it, all right?

& Tom: Go to hell!
    Karen: In case you haven’t noticed... this is hell.

& Peralta: I hope to God we’re not making a mistake.
    Weaver: We all hope that.

& Pope: We’re going ahead with the mission?
    Weaver: The tactical details are “need to know.” Our target... “need to know.” The President does not need to know. That’s how we play it.

& Weaver: It’s not enough to win this war, Pope. We got to be worthy of winning it. And by God, we will be.

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On the IMDb

Σ Long-sinking insanity. It was nice. Till some point. After which it has become annoying.