The Langoliers

Bob Jenkins:
Now we know...

Laurel Stevenson:
We know what?

Bob Jenkins:
We know what happens to today when it becomes yesterday... It waits for them... the timekeepers of eternity!

[Bob is watching the Langoliers eat up the entire airport]

Bob Jenkins:
Now we know, don't we?

Laurel Stevenson:
Know what? We know what?

Bob Jenkins:
We know what happens to today when it becomes yesterday. It waits for them. It waits for them, the timekeepers of eternity. Always following them behind, cleaning up the mess in the most efficient way possible: by eating it!

Nick Hopewell:
[about to go into the time rip] Oh my god, so beautiful.

[Engle informs the remaining passengers that they are diverting to Bangor]

Craig Toomy:
I have an important meeting in Boston at nine O'clock! And I forbid you... From flying to some whistle-stop Maine airport! DO YOU HEAR ME?

Laurel Stevenson:
Can you please quiet down? You're scaring the little girl.

Craig Toomy:
Scaring the little girl? SCARING THE LITTLE GIRL? LADY! We've been diverted to some tin... pot airport in the middle of nowhere! And I have more important things to think about than scaring a little girl!

Nick Hopewell:
Do you ever watch Mr. Spock on Star Trek?

Craig Toomy:
What the hell are *you* talking about?

Nick Hopewell:
Just if you don't shut your cakehole, you bloody idiot, I'll be happy to demonstrate his Vulcan sleeper-hold for you.

Albert Kaussner:
Gentlemen, the cola is very, very good today.

Roger Toomy:
Are you gonna look at the big picture or do I have to let *them* have you? [Turns Craigs head toward the window]

Craig Toomy:
They don't even exist!

Roger Toomy:
Oh yes. They exist. They were here and they'll be back. [Grabs Craig by the ear and pulls him up] They'll be back for you, you lazy sack of dirt!

Craig Toomy:
What can I do? What can I do?

Roger Toomy:
[Mimics him cruelly] "What can I do?" "What can I do?" You do whatever you have to do, and you get to Boston! Because if you don't, Craiggy Weggy, they are gonna chew your eyes right out of your head!

Bob Jenkins:
Let's say that every now and then a hole appears in the stream of time. Not a time-warm. A rip. A time rip. A rip in the central fabric.

Don Gaffney:
That's the craziest thing I ever heard of!

Craig Toomy:
Amen!

Bob Jenkins:
Mr. Gaffney, the situation we're in right now, this is crazy. So let's say that such rips do occur every now and then. It would be similar to rare weather phenomenons that are reported. Upside-down tornadoes, circular rainbows, daytime starlight.

Captain Brian Engle:
The aurora borealis.

Bob Jenkins:
[Bob looks to Brian in surprise] What?

Captain Brian Engle:
There was an aurora borealis over the Mojavi Desert when we left LAX. We were supposed to fly right into it.

Bob Jenkins:
Then that's it. An auroa over the desert. That strengthens my point. If we were to fly into that, and it was a time-rip then that means we're no longer in our own time, ladies and gentlemen.

Don Gaffney:
[listening to Jenkins' time rip theory] That's the craziest thing I've ever heard.

Craig Toomy:
Amen!

Nick Hopewell:
[They're in the air after the world below has disappeared after the langoliers have eaten it. The sun is setting] It's going faster now, isn't it?

Captain Brian Engle:
Yeah. After awhile I think the days and nights will be going faster than a camera shutter can click. We're all going to Boston for different reasons. What about you, Nick? Fess up, the hour groweth late.

Nick Hopewell:
Well, why not? What does a Most Secret classification mean when you've just seen a bunch of killer hairballs rolling up the world?

Dinah Catherine Bellman:
Would somebody speak to me, please? I'm sorry but my aunt's gone and I'm blind.

Craig Toomy:
I bought a ticket to Boston, and Boston is where I'd like to go.

Captain Brian Engle:
It's time to fish or cut bait.

Dinah Catherine Bellman:
[Toomey walks past her] There's something strange in that man's head!

Bethany Simms:
The later it gets, the later it gets.

Albert Kaussner:
You know something, don't you?

Bob Jenkins:
I might. But then I might not...

Nick Hopewell:
[after Capt. Engle rolled up to the tarmac in Bangor] Thank you for that welcome, my friend. My deep appreciation stems from the fact that it appears you're the only one who's going to extend one. This place is utterly, totally deserted!

Nick Hopewell:
Shut up! [kicking C. Toomey]

Laurel Stevenson:
Stop it!

Don Gaffney:
Hey. What'dya hafta do that for?

Nick Hopewell:
Now, listen to me... You need waking up, fellows and girls, and I haven't got the time to do this gently! Dinah says something's coming towards us, rather nasty and a rate of knots, and I, for one, believe her! Now, having a knowledge of what it is may not save our lives, but I'm BLOODY sure the lack of it's gonna put an end to us! And SOON! [pause] Anybody disagree? [pause] Jolly good. [pause] Now, Mr. Jenkins, pray continue.

Nick Hopewell:
[after Albert has knocked C. Toomey unconscious] You did *this* with a toaster?

Craig Toomy:
I have a meeting at Boston's Prudential Center at nine o'clock this morning! Promptly at nine o'clock! That's what's important. Now, I booked a seat on this conveyance in good faith, and I have no intention of being late for that appointment! Now, I have three questions for you. Number 1: who authorized an unscheduled stop for this airliner while I was asleep? Number 2: where that stop was made, and number 3: WHY, why was that done?

Nick Hopewell:
Did you ever watch Mr. Spock on Star Trek? Because if you don't shut your cakehole, you bloody idiot, I'll be only too happy to demonstrate his Vulcan sleeper hold for you.

Albert Kaussner:
[reporting what he sees out of the window after being asked to look] There's nothing out there. Nothing at all.

Bob Jenkins:
The bottom line is, I believe, that we have hopped an absurdly short distance into he past. Say as little as 15 minutes and we're discovering the unlovely truth about time travel.

Craig Toomy:
Time? What the hell do YOU know about time? Ask ME about time, ask ME!

Craig Toomy:
You wanna know how much money I made for you?

Tom Holby:
Yes.

Craig Toomy:
I didn't make any money for you! [crawls onto the boardroom table] I DIDN'T MAKE ANY MONEY FOR YOU! I lost money for you! I lost forty-three million dollars, and I did it deliberately! I did it deliberately! I DID IT DELIBERATELY! [laughs, then looks up and sees that Holby has been replaced by his father]

Roger Toomy:
You fool. You stupid fool!

Craig Toomy:
[to Captain Engle] I'm gonna tell *you* what's important. I have a meeting at Boston's Purdential Center this morning at 9:00. Promptly at 9:00. Now,I booked a seat on this conveyance in good faith, and I have no intention of being late for that appointment! Now, I have three questions for you: Number One, who authorized an unscheduled stop for this flight while I was asleep? Number Two, where was that stop made? Number Three, WHY? WHY WAS THAT DONE?

Nick Hopewell:
You ever watch Mr. Spock on Star Trek?

Craig Toomy:
What the hell are you talking about?

Nick Hopewell:
Just that if you don't shut your cake hole, you bloody idiot, I'll be happy to demonstrate his Vulcan sleeper hold for you.

Craig Toomy:
Don't you talk to me like that! Do you know who I am?

Nick Hopewell:
Of course I do. You're an obnoxious little twerp who likes to hide his fear behind aggression. No harm in that but you *are* in the way.

Craig Toomy:
[Craig grabs Nicks shoulder] Listen to me! Listen-...

Bethany Simms:
[Nick spins around and grabs Craig by the nose] Whoa, a nose hold!

Nick Hopewell:
I can break it! Easiest thing in the world, trust me! I said I could break it! Do you understand? Please signify if you understand.

Craig Toomy:
OW!

Nick Hopewell:
Now I haven't got time to discuss your business appointments so, I'm going to send you back to your seat with the gentleman in the striped shirt.

Don Gaffney:
Uh, Don Gaffney.

Nick Hopewell:
Mr. Gaffeny will be your escort. When you arrive in the main cabin you will sit down, strap your seatbelt firmly round your middle, and keep your mouth shut! Do you understand? Please favor me with a thumbs up if you understand.

Craig Toomy:
[Craig gives a thumbs up]

Nick Hopewell:
Jolly good. Now, I'm going to let go of you and your nose now. When I do, if you so much as utter a word, a syllable, you will be investigating hitherto unexplored realms of pain!

Craig Toomy:
[Nick lets Craig go. Craig notices his nose is bleeding. He gives Nick a dirty look] You son of a...

Don Gaffney:
[Interrupting Craig] I wouldn't, mister. The guy means it.

Craig Toomy:
I'm...

Bethany Simms:
[Interrupting Craig] Uh, bad idea.

Don Gaffney:
[Mr. Gaffeny escorts Craig back to his seat]