[
H.G. Wells eats at a McDonald's]
H.G. Wells:
Pomme frites! Fries are pomme frites!
[
Explaining his fascination with a plastic table]
H.G. Wells:
I've never seen wood like this before.
[
Jack the Ripper uses the Time Machine to travel to 1979]
H.G. Wells:
What... have... I... done? I've turned that bloody maniac loose upon Utopia!
Jack the Ripper:
Ninety years ago I was a freak. Today I'm an amateur.
H.G. Wells:
Amy, wait, listen to me!
Amy Robbins:
I *have* listened, and a bigger crock of shit I've never heard!
H.G. Wells:
The first man to raise a fist is the man who's run out of ideas.
Amy Robbins:
I love you.
H.G. Wells:
Do you still insist that this is all poppycock?
Amy Robbins:
That's not exactly the word I had in mind.
H.G. Wells:
Every age is the same. It's only love that makes any of them bearable.
H.G. Wells:
My name is H.G. Wells. I came here in a time machine of my own construction. I am pursuing Jack the Ripper, who escaped into the future in my machine.
[
H.G. Wells tracks down Jack the Ripper in the future]
Jack the Ripper:
You are, quite literally, the last person on Earth that I expected to see.
[
John demonstrates to H.G. that 1979 isn't a social utopia]
Jack the Ripper:
The future isn't what you thought. It's what I am!
Jack the Ripper:
We don't belong here? On the contrary, Herbert. I belong here completely and utterly. I'm home.
[
as Wells and Amy are kissing on Amy's couch, she begins to remove pieces of his clothing - first taking off his glasses, then unfastening his collar]
H.G. Wells:
Amy, I don't want to compromise you. Are you quite certain I'm not forcing you to...
Amy Robbins:
Forcing me? My God, Herbert, I'm practically raping you.
H.G. Wells:
[
smiles] Yeah, that's true.
Amy Robbins:
I like that suit. Is that what they're wearing in London?
H.G. Wells:
It was when I left.
H.G. Wells:
I have all those books to write, whatever they are. Fiction, I hope!
Jack the Ripper:
And at dinner last... century, I thought you'd lost your wits.
Jack the Ripper:
It's catching isn't it, violence.
H.G. Wells:
This is delicious, far superior to that Scottish place I breakfasted.
Amy Robbins:
Scottish?
H.G. Wells:
MacDougalls.
H.G. Wells:
We could easily avoid this whole thing.
Amy Robbins:
You mean, give him the key?
H.G. Wells:
No. I mean... come back with me.
Amy Robbins:
Back?
H.G. Wells, Amy Robbins:
Yes. Back to 1893.
Amy Robbins:
I'm a twentieth century woman. I have a career and a mind of my own. Be reasonable. How am I gonna make it in 1893?
H.G. Wells:
Is your career so important? It's your life we're talking about!
Amy Robbins:
My work is my life. As much as yours or any other man's. Please don't start sounding like my husband. Wait a minute... What about forward?
H.G. Wells:
Forward? You mean the future. Yes, of course!
[
thinks a moment]
H.G. Wells:
No... no. We're forgetting something... him. I can't just leave him here to do as he likes.
Amy Robbins:
So much for "your place or mine."
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