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Mrs. Watchit: (last lines of film) Godspeed, my fine lad. Godspeed.
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Phillby: (on Hartdegen's disappearance) I'm glad, I'm glad he's gone. Maybe he's finally found some place where he can be happy, his home.
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Teacher: If you do that again, I will re-sequence your DNA, so help me!
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Vox 144: Can you even imagine what it's like to remember everything? I remember this six-year-old girl who asked me about dinosaurs 800,000 years ago. I remember the last book I recommended: Look Homeward, Angel by Thomas Wolfe. And yes, I even remember you. "Time travel, practical application."
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Hartdegen: Can you tell me what's happenening here?
Vox 114: Well, my sources are no longer fully annotated and my information has become somewhat anecdotal, but I believe what was once one race is now two; one above and one below. Two distinct species that have evolved.
Hartdegen: And how do those below... survive?
Vox 114: That is the real question, isn't it? [winks at Kalen] Baaaaa!
Vox 114: Well, my sources are no longer fully annotated and my information has become somewhat anecdotal, but I believe what was once one race is now two; one above and one below. Two distinct species that have evolved.
Hartdegen: And how do those below... survive?
Vox 114: That is the real question, isn't it? [winks at Kalen] Baaaaa!
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Hartdegen: How did this happen?
Soldier #1: The moon. Come on, move it.
Hartdegen: That's impossible. What happened?
Soldier #1: What, you been living under a rock?
Hartdegen: Yes, I've been living under a rock! Now tell me...
Soldier #1: The demolitions for the lunar colony screwed up the orbit, okay? The moon's breaking up, all right? Now, come on.
Soldier #1: The moon. Come on, move it.
Hartdegen: That's impossible. What happened?
Soldier #1: What, you been living under a rock?
Hartdegen: Yes, I've been living under a rock! Now tell me...
Soldier #1: The demolitions for the lunar colony screwed up the orbit, okay? The moon's breaking up, all right? Now, come on.
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Jogger (credited as such but actually a bicyclist): Hey.
Hartdegen: Hello.
Jogger: Nice suit. Very retro.
Hartdegen: Thank you.
Jogger: Bet that makes a hell of a cappuccino. (Indicates the time machine) That thing.
Hartdegen: Hello.
Jogger: Nice suit. Very retro.
Hartdegen: Thank you.
Jogger: Bet that makes a hell of a cappuccino. (Indicates the time machine) That thing.
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Phillby: [looking at a futuristic picture] I wonder if we'll ever go too far.
Hartdegen: With what?
Phillby: [pointing at the picture] With this. With all of this.
Hartdegen: No such thing.
Hartdegen: With what?
Phillby: [pointing at the picture] With this. With all of this.
Hartdegen: No such thing.
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Phillby: A professor from Columbia University should not be corresponding with a crazy German book keeper.
Hartdegen: He's a patent clerk, not a book keeper, and I think Mr. Einstein needs all the support I can give him.
Hartdegen: He's a patent clerk, not a book keeper, and I think Mr. Einstein needs all the support I can give him.
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Phillby: Nothing can change what happened.
Hartdegen: No, you're wrong. Because I will change it.
Hartdegen: No, you're wrong. Because I will change it.
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Uber-Morlock: We bred ourselves into castes. Some to be our eyes and ears, others to be our muscles and sinews...
Hartdegen: You mean your hunters?
Uber-Morlock: Yes. Bred to be predators, but bred also to be controlled. You see, my caste concentrated on expanding our cerebral abilities.
Hartdegen: You control their thoughts?
Uber-Morlock: Not just theirs.
Hartdegen: [realises] The Eloi. So it's not enough that you hunt them down like animals?
Uber-Morlock: That's their role here.
Hartedegen: To be your food?!
Uber-Morlock: Yes. And for those who are suitable, to be breeding vessels for our other colonies. [indicates Mara in her cage] You see, I am just one of many.
Hartdegen: I don't understand how you can sit there and speak so coldly about this. [the Uber-Morlock rises] Have you not considered the human cost of what it is your are doing?
Uber-Morlock: We all pay a price...Alexander. [other Morlocks roar in the distance] Don't worry, you're safe. I control them. Without that control, they would exhaust the food supply in a matter of months.
Hartdegen: Food supply?! They're human beings!
Uber-Morlock: Who are you to question 800,000 years of evolution?
Hartdegen: This is a perversion of every natural law!
Uber-Morlock: [grabs him by the throat] And what is time travel... but your pathetic attempt to control the world around you?! Your futile effort to have a question answered?!
Hartdegen: You mean your hunters?
Uber-Morlock: Yes. Bred to be predators, but bred also to be controlled. You see, my caste concentrated on expanding our cerebral abilities.
Hartdegen: You control their thoughts?
Uber-Morlock: Not just theirs.
Hartdegen: [realises] The Eloi. So it's not enough that you hunt them down like animals?
Uber-Morlock: That's their role here.
Hartedegen: To be your food?!
Uber-Morlock: Yes. And for those who are suitable, to be breeding vessels for our other colonies. [indicates Mara in her cage] You see, I am just one of many.
Hartdegen: I don't understand how you can sit there and speak so coldly about this. [the Uber-Morlock rises] Have you not considered the human cost of what it is your are doing?
Uber-Morlock: We all pay a price...Alexander. [other Morlocks roar in the distance] Don't worry, you're safe. I control them. Without that control, they would exhaust the food supply in a matter of months.
Hartdegen: Food supply?! They're human beings!
Uber-Morlock: Who are you to question 800,000 years of evolution?
Hartdegen: This is a perversion of every natural law!
Uber-Morlock: [grabs him by the throat] And what is time travel... but your pathetic attempt to control the world around you?! Your futile effort to have a question answered?!
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Vox 144: [an image of himself appears] How may I help you?
[Alexander Hartdegen looks behind Vox]
Vox 144: Over here.
[Alexander Hartdegen looks behind Vox]
Vox 144: Over here.
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Vox 144: [darkly] So, relic - you want to open Pandora's box, do you? See all the mysteries exposed?
Alexander: Yes.
Vox 144: And if the truth is so horrible that it will haunt your dreams for all time?
Alexander: I'm used to that.
Alexander: Yes.
Vox 144: And if the truth is so horrible that it will haunt your dreams for all time?
Alexander: I'm used to that.
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Vox 144: Area of inquiry?
Hartdegen: Do you know anything about physics?
Vox 144: Ah! [opens a file] Accessing physics.
Hartdegen: Mechanical engineering? Dimensional optics? Chronography? [Vox 144 opens files for each] Temporal causality? Temporal paradox?
Vox 144: Time travel?
Hartdegen: Yes.
Vox 144: [sighs, looking annoyed] Accessing science fiction--
Hartdegen: No, no, practical application! My question is, why can't one change the past?
Vox 144: Because one cannot travel into the past.
Hartdegen: What if one could?
Vox 144: One cannot.
Hartdegen: Excuse me, this... this is something you should trust me on!
Vox 144: [opens more files, still annoyed] Accessing the writings of Isaac Asimov, H. G. Wells, Harlan Ellison, Alexander Hartdegen--
Hartdegen: Oh! Tell me about him.
Vox 144: Alexander Hartdegen, 1869 to 1903. American scientist given to eccentric postulation. Found writings include treatise on the creation of a time machine.
Hartdegen: Tell me about the time machine.
Vox 144: The Time Machine was written by H. G. Wells in 1894. It was later adapted to a motion picture by George Pal and a stage musical by Andrew Lloyd Webber...
Hartdegen: [as Vox continues] No, no, that's not what I mean--
Vox 144: Would you like to hear a selection from the score?
Hartdegen: No!
Vox 144: [singing to music] "There's a place called tomorrow! A place of joy, not of sorrow! Can't you see, it's a place for you and--"
Hartdegen: Thank you, that's quite enough. [turns to leave the library]
Vox 144: Will there be anything else?
Hartdegen: Uh, no, no, I... I think I'll have better luck in a few hundred years.
Vox 144: [sarcastically giving a Vulcan salute] Live long and prosper!
Hartdegen: Do you know anything about physics?
Vox 144: Ah! [opens a file] Accessing physics.
Hartdegen: Mechanical engineering? Dimensional optics? Chronography? [Vox 144 opens files for each] Temporal causality? Temporal paradox?
Vox 144: Time travel?
Hartdegen: Yes.
Vox 144: [sighs, looking annoyed] Accessing science fiction--
Hartdegen: No, no, practical application! My question is, why can't one change the past?
Vox 144: Because one cannot travel into the past.
Hartdegen: What if one could?
Vox 144: One cannot.
Hartdegen: Excuse me, this... this is something you should trust me on!
Vox 144: [opens more files, still annoyed] Accessing the writings of Isaac Asimov, H. G. Wells, Harlan Ellison, Alexander Hartdegen--
Hartdegen: Oh! Tell me about him.
Vox 144: Alexander Hartdegen, 1869 to 1903. American scientist given to eccentric postulation. Found writings include treatise on the creation of a time machine.
Hartdegen: Tell me about the time machine.
Vox 144: The Time Machine was written by H. G. Wells in 1894. It was later adapted to a motion picture by George Pal and a stage musical by Andrew Lloyd Webber...
Hartdegen: [as Vox continues] No, no, that's not what I mean--
Vox 144: Would you like to hear a selection from the score?
Hartdegen: No!
Vox 144: [singing to music] "There's a place called tomorrow! A place of joy, not of sorrow! Can't you see, it's a place for you and--"
Hartdegen: Thank you, that's quite enough. [turns to leave the library]
Vox 144: Will there be anything else?
Hartdegen: Uh, no, no, I... I think I'll have better luck in a few hundred years.
Vox 144: [sarcastically giving a Vulcan salute] Live long and prosper!
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And what is time travel, but your pathetic attempted to try to control the world around you?! Your futile effort to have a question answered?! You think I don't know you, Alexander? I can look inside your memories, your nightmares, your dreams. You're a man haunted by those two most terrible words: What if?