I grew up in southern California in the '80s. Yes, I am a walking cliche.

Really really really difficult,” Tony allowed. “But theoretically possible because, hey, it’s a quantum physics universe.

I said ‘not so much,’” Dr. Russell said. “Not so much as what? Having your head stepped on by an elephant?” “Not so much as when the sensors connect to each other,” Dr. Russell said. “The good news is that as soon as they’re connected, the pain stops. Now hold still, this will only take a minute.” He tapped the PDA again. Eighty thousand needles shot out in every direction in my skull. I have never wanted to punch a doctor so much in my life.

I was just talking about you,” Cardenia said, coming up to him. “To your imaginary friends, I see.” “They’re not imaginary. They’re just not real.” “Very subtle distinction.

Mom, I remember Lizzie,” Hart said. “She’s really not my type.” “She has a brother,” Wes said, from his lounge. “He’s not my type, either,” Hart said.

You have five minutes,” I said. “Of course, because any more time would make this too easy.

I propose a toast. Here’s to being right all the time. May God and history forgive us.” They all clinked glasses to that.

It’s not spam if you agree to it,” Tony said. “They just won’t have much of a choice.

There has never been a military in the entire history of the human race that has gone to war equipped with more than the least that it needs to fight its enemy. War is expensive. It costs money and it costs lives and no civilization has an infinite amount of either. So when you fight, you conserve. You use and equip only as much as you have to, never more.

It’s the end of civilization as we know it. And it’s going to be great for business.