Threshold

Cavennaugh:
Go for Cavennaugh.

Cavennaugh:
Bolo panned out...

Jake Singleton:
Give me the name and I'll take you as my hostage.

Lucas Pegg:
Why would I want to be your hostage?

Jake Singleton:
Because the other one of you is going to die.

Lucas Pegg:
Bioboxpin.

Arthur Ramsey:
Thanks a lot, partner!

Arthur Ramsey:
And on the eighth day God created Klingons.

Dr. Nigel Fenway:
Now I've got a date with a dead cat. Tell Paula I've traded up.

Arthur Ramsey:
How may I be your linguistic biotch?

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Is that my underwear in your hands?

Arthur Ramsey:
Yes.

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Drop it!

[first lines]

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Here's where we're at: we still have about 200 anonymous, possibly infected people in the D.C. area who ate contaminated tomatoes.

Arthur Ramsey:
I haven't even had my coffee yet.

Libby Drennan:
[human-turned-alien in labor] If anything happens to my baby, I will rip every limb off your puny body.

Dr. Nigel Fenway:
Interestingly, that's exactly what my second wife said the day our son was born.

[on their way to investigate a lead in a small Virginia town, Molly gives Sean a wedding ring to wear as part of their cover]

Sean Cavennaugh:
[smiling] You pronounced us man and wife.

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Just don't forget who wears the pants.

[last lines]

J.T. Baylock:
I hope you're going home. You've got a huge day.

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
I'm just getting started.

Libby Drennan:
If anything happens to my baby, I will rip every limb off of your puny body.

Dr. Nigel Fenway:
Interestingly, that's exactly what my second wife said the day our son was born.

[first lines]

Dr. Nigel Fenway:
Some good news, some bad.

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Ah, you know I thrive on the bad.

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
So the six missing crew members are running around out there like Superman?

Dr. Nigel Fenway:
I wouldn't say Superman. They just won't be making as many Blue Cross co-payments as you and I.

Arthur Ramsey:
Why do they call them "Black Boxes" if they're orange?

Lucas Pegg:
Maybe 'cause they only look it is after it's charred black.

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Janklow, stop this. You're not yourself.

Brian Janklow:
No, I'm not myself. I'm better.

[last lines]

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Until you cooperate, you're a threat to the United States. And to the human race.

Ed Whitaker:
So how many people do you think you could just yank out of existence before the public starts asking questions?

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Approximately 300.

Arthur Ramsey:
I actually caught myself trying to pray last night, just in case.

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Ramsey, you're an atheist.

Arthur Ramsey:
I know. I mentioned that in my prayer.

Sean Cavennaugh:
[after a gun fight] You all right?

Dr. Daphne Larson:
I'd like to give my two weeks' notice.

Dr. Daphne Larson:
I've only been a secret agent for one day!

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
So, they actually kill off their own to further their agenda.

Dr. Nigel Fenway:
We do it all the time. You ever hear of a little place called Iraq?

Dr. Nigel Fenway:
Hmm. Pretty and smart. I think we're gonna be... very happy we met.

Dr. Daphne Larson:
Actually, we've already met.

Dr. Nigel Fenway:
[laughs] I'm sure I'd remember.

Dr. Daphne Larson:
I was ten years old. My mom was a - a student of yours.

Dr. Nigel Fenway:
Really?

Dr. Daphne Larson:
You hit on her, too.

Arthur Ramsey:
Besides, I'm also a linguist. I'm fluent in over 200 dialects and their variations. When intelligent life wants to communicate with us, I'm the guy who translates the call.

Dr. Daphne Larson:
Well, then you shouldn't have to work too hard. I mean, pretty much everyone they've taken over speaks English.

Farmers Market Vendor:
So, what is it? You're taking a survey?

Arthur Ramsey:
No, I'm determining the corresponding probability characteristics of a system of random variables. What about you?

Farmers Market Vendor:
I sell cucumbers.

[first lines]

Dr. Nigel Fenway:
[on the phone] If he pushes you, just push him back. I don't care what the teacher says. If you get in trouble, just have the school call me. What will I do? Well, I'll... I'll [pause] march over there and push your teacher, how about that?

Sheriff Fogel:
You can understand my being curious. Why do people in Washington care about some nutcase?

Dr. Nigel Fenway:
You *been* in Washington?

Sheriff Fogel:
Committed to Bridgeview where he's apparently been living quietly, until tonight.

Sean Cavennaugh:
You have a BOLO on him?

Sheriff Fogel:
Went out this morning. His picture's plastered all over the state.

Dr. Nigel Fenway:
Eh, he'll probably come back when he hears what's happened to Rock and Roll.

Dr. Nigel Fenway:
We're looking for a guy who can suck on a car battery all day and not feel it.

Lucas Pegg:
[J.T. walks in] Oh hey, glad you're here. Let's take a break from saving the world to do something really important.

Lucas Pegg:
[brings up wedding invitation samples] Help me pick a font.

[last lines]

Richard Tate:
You think you can stop them?

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
It'll be okay. We have a plan.

[first lines]

[Gunneson is lighting a picture of a girl on fire]

Chef:
Trouble at home?

Gunneson:
Yeah, I just got dumped at home in the form of a spectacularly written Dear John email.

Chef:
Ah, that's life at sea.

Gunneson:
Well, sprinkle her in the chili if you want.

Sean Cavennaugh:
One of your plans have been activated. You're needed in Washington.

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Which plan?

Sean Cavennaugh:
"Threshold". You've just become the most important person on the planet.

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
[arrives with her dog on a leash]

J.T. Baylock:
I take it you and Toto have been briefed.

Sean Cavennaugh:
Well, here's your red team. Not exactly Charlie's Angles, are they?

Lucas Pegg, Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Uh, Lucas, you're the engineer. Any idea what we're seeing here?

Lucas Pegg:
No obvious means of propulsion, no aerodynamic surfaces. My God, look at the way it's folding in on itself. It's almost like we're dealing with some kind of higher-dimensional geometry, maybe a Kaluza-Klein manifold?

Sean Cavennaugh:
English, please.

Lucas Pegg:
It means I just soiled my boxers... just a little bit.

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Come on, come on.

Lucas Pegg:
I think we're looking at a four-dimensional object in three-dimensional space. You see how it keeps morphing?

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Yeah.

Lucas Pegg:
I think because we live in a three-dimensional world, you see, we're only capable of seeing part of it.

Arthur Ramsey:
We should go out sometime. What? You don't date guys... smarter than you?

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
I don't know. Never met one.

Dr. Nigel Fenway:
Who ever stitched you up should be making shoes for a living.

Arthur Ramsey:
Now, as to what's causing this pattern, remember the bomb they dropped over Hiroshima? The explosion was so hard core that it permanently burnt shadows of people into the walls and sidewalks. I think we have the electromagnetic equivalent here.

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
What about the shape itself?

Arthur Ramsey:
I've got some ideas, but I'll have to do a Fourier analysis before I really nail it down.

Arthur Ramsey:
Meticulous.

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Details matter.

Arthur Ramsey:
I think I saw that embroidered on a pillow once. You know, Caffrey, you didn't have to concoct this whole alien conspiracy theory to get the two of us alone together.

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
You're boring me, Ramsey. Do you get that, or do you need me to embroider it on a pillow for you?

Arthur Ramsey:
[laughs wryly] I have to amuse myself somehow. You know, thanks to you, this might be my last job... ever. You ever consider that? I mean, did you think about that when you picked our names out of a hat? I mean, I was having a perfectly deviant lifes...

Lucas Pegg:
You know, Doc, this... this is about the science. This is about the sense of discovery.

Dr. Nigel Fenway:
Are you kidding me? Do you think people give a flying fart about science? The day the Mars Rover landed, what was the top story in the news?

Lucas Pegg:
I don't know.

Dr. Nigel Fenway:
"Britney Spears Married in Vegas"! I don't know. Given the state of the world today, a little alien intervention may be just what the doctor ordered.

[last lines]

[a light flares on. Molly, wet and barefoot in her nightgown, is walking below decks of the ship. Ahead at the hatchway, her dog walks into view, looks at her, and drops its sock-monkey toy. Molly continues walking toward it, but it turns in a persistence-blurring motion away. She steps through the hatch and peers around the turn to see herself strapped to the very table to which Gunnerson was strapped earlier, but dressed identically as to how she is now. The Molly on the table suddenly looks directly at her and tries to speak, but it comes out strangely distorted. It's herself, but also not her. As Molly backs away, she shudders on the table. Out the hatch, she runs down the same decking, lights going out, each one as she passes them. She falls in the dark and lands suddenly in a colorless landscape with blades of glass around her, narrowly avoiding impaling her hand and face in them. She gets up and looks around at this bizarre landscape. A glass forest. A heavy sigh echoes and there's a brittle, crackling sound. There's something reflected or refracted in one of the glass trees, an indistinct yet also distinctly alien form. As it shifts it seems that it is turning, looking at - and suddenly she's awake in her bed, dressed the same but her nightgown clean, and the telephone ringing]

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
[activates the phone] Hello?

Sean Cavennaugh:
[over the phone] It's Cavennaugh. Are you okay?

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Yeah. Why?

Sean Cavennaugh:
I just had this dream... I-I can't explain it, but I saw myself... but it wasn't me. I know this is gonna sound strange, but... it-it... felt like more than just a dream. And there-there was this place... It was like I was really there. It was... it was like a forest. It was a glass forest. Molly?

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Yeah. Sorry, uh... I-I saw it, too. I was there.

Sean Cavennaugh:
What's happening to us?

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
I don't know.

[after the call, Molly walks down the hall to the kitchen and gets a bottle of water out of the refridgerator. She hears the sound of claws clicking on the floor, turns to see her dog approach, sit, and look at her. She closes the refrigerator door and turns back. She gasps! Gunnerson is there! He steps toward her]

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Nude dancing, no cover.

Arthur Ramsey:
What? You've been there?

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
Sure... on amateur nights. I go pick up a little cash on the side.

Arthur Ramsey:
Really?

Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey:
You know, for a genius, you're really not very smart.

Arthur Ramsey:
[Answering the door after their sex has been interrupted] Must be one of Caffrey's goons.

Prostitute:
Caffrey? Is that your wife?

Arthur Ramsey:
Hah! She wishes!

Arthur Ramsey:
Whoa, whoa! I had sex with an alien?

Arthur Ramsey:
I don't know if I can go back to Earth girls.

Lucas Pegg:
Wow.

Arthur Ramsey:
Except the only bad part of it is I got this rash in the shape of a fractal pattern... [starts to unzip pants]

Lucas Pegg:
Oh, unbelievable. Just go away from me. Now.

[first lines]

Arthur Ramsey:
Oh! [heartily laughs] Vous et belle, ma bien ami.

Emily Biggs:
Mmm... French?

Arthur Ramsey:
Normandy dialect.