The road to genius is paved with fumble-footing and bumbling. Anyone who falls flat on his face is at least moving in the right direction: forward. And the fellow who makes the most mistakes may be the one who will save the neck of the whole world some day.
I'll tell you what, how about we go 'Rock-Paper-Scissors'? –Ew, I don't think so. No. Anecdotal evidence suggests that in a game of 'Rock-Paper-Scissors', players familiar with each other will tie 75 to 80% of the time due to the limited number of outcomes. I suggest 'Rock-Paper-Scissors-Lizard-Spock'. –What? –Oh, it's very simple. Look, Scissors cuts Paper. Paper covers Rock. Rock crushes Lizard. Lizard poisons Spock. Spock smashes Scissors. Scissors decapitates Lizard. Lizard eats Paper. Paper disproves Spock. Spock vaporizes Rock. And as it always has, Rock crushes Scissors.
Oh! Are you going to stand there with that stupid look on your face while the hired help insults your wife?! –He's just ignorant. He doesn't know any better than to tell the truth. And I can't help this stupid look. I started acquiring it as you gained in social prominence.
This is a UNIT facility. Your rights as a citizen have been withdrawn. You'll be held here indefinitely. We are not required to provide you with legal representation. Anything you say will be recorded. You will be allowed no communication with any person or organization outside this facility. There is no right of appeal. If you fail to comply with the rules, we are authorized to discipline you.
Now if you'll just give me a check for the amount on this paper here, please. –But how can I pay you if nobody pays me? –Well, I regret to say, Professor, that's your problem. But look at it from our standpoint. We've been counting on you. We trusted you. Uncle Sam needs the money.
I'm not gonna lie to you, Sammy. I have some serious egg on my face. You know, I'm starting to feel that maybe torture isn't the way to get what you want, you know? Like, maybe... people just tell you what you want to hear so that you stop pulling out their fingernails?
Walter, what are you doing? –I'm dosing a caterpillar. –Dosing? As in LSD? –Well, it's a special blend. –I see. Hey, guess what just happened. –Hmm? –Finding out that my father's giving drugs to bugs somehow just became a typical moment in my life. –It's wonderful, isn't it?
Do you remember what we said on New Caprica? How we talked about trying to live for Today? Well, you better think about that, because maybe tomorrow really isn't coming. Maybe Today is all we have left. And maybe, just maybe, I've earned the right to live a little before I die. Haven't I?