Our Friend, Martin

Miles:
When you're living in color, sports and entertainment are the only sure bets for making the big time.

Mrs. Clark:
I'll tell that to General Colin Powell.

Miles:
Besides, who's gonna know?

Mrs. Peck:
[from behind Randy] Just the three of us.

Mrs. Peck:
I'm not planning on standing here until my retirement kicks in.

Randy:
[nearly being hit on his skateboard with Miles by Mr. Willis' bus-driving] Oh, man, even time travel is safer than this.

Maria:
I think I'm gonna lose my lunch, and I haven't even eaten it yet.

Mrs. Peck:
[seeing Maria and Kyel sneaking around to the back of the museum] Great. Now I'll have to give 'em the group rate.

Maria:
Come on, spill.

Miles:
What's to spill, Maria? I love baseball. Mrs. Peck said I can come in here and check out this old mitt again. It's a classic.

Maria:
Yeah, right, and I invented Swiss cheese.

Kyle:
Oh, cool, Maria. Can you pick me up a few pounds for free at...

Miles:
Stop. Talk to the hand, Kyle.

Kyle:
Following you dorks was a major mistake. I guess that's what happens when you read science-fiction comics on the toilet all the time.

Kyle:
Where are we?

Miles:
The March on Washington.

Maria:
The March on Washington? That can't be. It was 1964.

Miles:
'63, but who's counting?