A cover of Time magazine.

A couple of stones from Stonehenge.

Kind of like being a security guard at a volleyball game.

Of course you do.

A precious lock of Michael J. Fox's hair.

El momento of truth, though.

Where the hell's that captain of ours?

You want any more of that Billy beer?

And then he'd be making fun of me.

I'm the ghost of Christmas yet to be.

Captain, get the hell out of this house!

Well, running like a girl at the speed of light usually works.

No kid, I'm watching old Super 8 footage of me beating the snot out of some slimy alleged jaywalking punk bastard kinko.

What are you, some kind of star man or something?

Nah, they don't have the bugs out of it yet.

Look, pinhead, I'm sick of explaining this to you every day.

Or a bunch of angry cops glaring at me and going for their guns?

I guess you can't hurt me because I'm not of your time.

You'll see me kicking the snot out of him in the second reel.

Well, when you put it that way, it does sound kind of bad.