- [Sam is reluctant to sleep with Diane]
- Al: Oh, Sam. You're going to have to bite the bullet. While I go back to put Research online, you're going to have to face a beautiful woman who wants to spend the entire night making mad, passionate love to you. It's a dirty job. But somebody's got to do it.
- Roget: You know, I was wondering. Do you think Diane married you because you're a policeman? Maybe subconsciously she was seeking a protector, a blue knight. I asked my analyst about it this morning, and he thought it quite possible.
- Sam: What else did he say?
- Roget: Regretfully, that I was quite mad.
- Sam: I would agree with that diagnosis.
- Diane McBride: I know you haven't proven that Dr. Beckett has traveled back in time, or that if having done so he can make an impact of global importance. But it is the opinion of this committee that such heroic undertakings advance the human cause, and whether or not they succeed is not so important as the fact that we try. You have your funding for one more year, Admiral.
- Al: Sam, how would you like to stop a revolution?
- Sam: What?
- Al: Does the name Fidel Castro mean anything to you?
- Sam: No, should it?
- Al: Well, I don't know, since it's '57 and he won't be taking over Cuba for two years.
- Sam: Don't tell me Ziggy's changed his mind about what I'm here to do.
- Sam: Parallel hybrid computers, they never change their mind. Their ego won't let them.
- Roget: I had a dream about you last night, Diane. -... - In the dream, you were running in the Argonne in the snow. I know it was the Argonne because the flakes were big and wet, the way I remember them as a boy. You went to an old mill, just like the one where the Gestapo caught Moulin. There was a German officer there, tall and arrogant. And you started to make love to him.
- Diane McBride: Roget, please, don't do this.
- Roget: Before it was over, I bled him till the snow turned red.
- Sam: That's enough.
- Roget: [to Sam] He looked like you. Except for the eyes. He had the eyes of a man who could kill.
- Roget: Your lack of fear shows how little you know of me. Maybe I should tell you a little war story, about a woman I used to know. She had a Nazi lover. And she gave him the names of everyone in our village who was with the Resistance. The Gestapo caught, tortured, and hung them all. All but me.
- Sam: You killed her?
- Roget: Yes.
- Sam: She didn't give them your name?
- Roget: No. I suppose because she was my mother.