H.G. Wells has just invented a time machine but hasn't tried it out yet. When he discovers that one of his friends is actually Jack the Ripp...更多>
[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 to write all these books, whatever they are. Hopefully fiction. Jack the Ripper: And I thought at dinner last... century 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.