Myka, one day will you know all answers to all questions. Just not today.

Claudia: Would it have killed you to put a warning label on this thing?
Artie: Saying what? "Only put on in case of stupid?"

Artie: Shouldn't you be in college or something? Don't you want to be with people your own age?
Claudia: Artie, I'm not my own age.

Leena: She needs people like her.
Artie: Brash, rude, anti-social, impulsive?
Leena: We're discussing Claudia, not you.
Artie: See, that's kind of a low blow.

Myka: But it's still just a well-executed art theft. I mean, it doesn't automatically shout "warehouse," does it.
Artie: Things rarely shout "warehouse." They usually whisper, "Hey, that's a little odd."

Children, don't fight. I can be both a d-bag and insane.

Artie: You're lucky I have an emergency travel kit in the trunk of my car.
Claudia: Well, "Serendipity" is my stripper name.

Artie: Just... you know, just to clarify, you decided to re-create a clearly dangerous, potentially deadly experiment?
Claudia: Oh, sure, it sounds bad when you say it like that.

Pete: My sister taught me how to read lips.
Myka: Why does your sister...?
Pete: Uh, the deaf find it handy.

Myka: Sleep. You look... you look terrible.
Artie: Thank you very much. You still have some monkey phlegm in your hair.
Myka: It's not phlegm...

Pete: What am I looking for?
Artie: Anything that might cause an electrical or chemical imbalance in the brain.
Pete: Oh, well, so a brain imblancer. That's easy. It's probably right next to his time travel machine.

Myka: You know, how can it matter if a person smells fudge before an incident?
Pete: Yeah, or if your gall bladder is feeling numb.
Artie: Humor me.