A couple of stones from Stonehenge.

You're off the force, Barton!

And a hand signal at that kind of speed would rip off my Lee press-ons.

And they laughed me off the stage at the UN.

The last time I really upset them with my blunt truths of time travel.

My favorite movie star looks so serene there, beating in the skull of that old lady.

In 1977, I got kicked off the police force because when I got passed over for a promotion, I sort of took a whiz on the captain.

My only thanks is the pitter-patter of little children running up to bed with full bellies.

Bastard, he drinks my liquor, he bets on my cocks, he gets off on my weekly strip shows, but when promotion time comes around, he passes over me just like that Jewish holiday where they have to eat crackers for a week.

Yeah, and every time I think about the way you were kicked off the force, that really burns me.

I'll just amuse myself until his imminent return by making some of my fun newspaper hats from all the nations.

Where the hell's that captain of ours?

Oh, no, my lacy anklets are still in the wash.

I'd better state my purpose very carefully, so as not to confuse these men of long ago.

Once again, I have to brave the icy clutches of traveling through time in order to save my dearly departed friend's electrocuted butt.

I'm the ghost of Christmas yet to be.

Captain, get the hell out of this house!

I get to release all this bitterness inside me, and it's not like the captain would kick me off the force for such a minor infraction.

Well, that just confirms my theory that a futuristic race of super goats will travel back in time to present day in order to train a militia of regular goats to take over the world.

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