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H.G. Wells pursues Jack the Ripper to the 20th Century when the serial murderer uses the future writer's time machine to escape his time period.
[H.G. Wells eats at a McDonald's] H.G. Wells: Pomme frites! Fries are pomme frites!
H.G. Wells: Every age is the same. It's only love that makes any of them bearable.
Jack the Ripper: My mother was rather an atrocious woman in her way, but her many failings did not include raising mentally deficient sons.
Jack the Ripper: It's catching isn't it, violence.
H.G. Wells: My name is H.G. Wells. I came here in a time machine of my own construction. I am pursuing Jack the Ripper, who escaped into the future in my machine.
H.G. Wells: The first man to raise a fist is the man who's run out of ideas. Amy Robbins: I love you.
Jack the Ripper: We don't belong here? On the contrary, Herbert. I belong here completely and utterly. I'm home.
H.G. Wells: This is delicious, far superior to that Scottish place I breakfasted. Amy Robbins: Scottish? H.G. Wells: McDougall's
H.G. Wells: We could easily avoid this whole thing. Amy Robbins: You mean, give him the key? H.G. Wells: No. I mean... come back with me. Amy Robbins: Back? H.G. Wells, Amy Robbins: Yes. Back to 1893. Amy Robbins: I'm a twentieth century woman. I have a career and a mind of my own. Be reasonable. How am I gonna make it in 1893? H.G. Wells: Is your career so important? It's your life we're talking about! Amy Robbins: My work is my life. As much as yours or any other man's. Please don't start sounding like my husband. Wait a minute... What about forward? H.G. Wells: Forward? You mean the future. Yes, of course! [thinks a moment] H.G. Wells: No... no. We're forgetting something... him. I can't just leave him here to do as he likes. Amy Robbins: So much for "your place or mine."
Amy Robbins: I like that suit. Is that what they're wearing in London? H.G. Wells: It was when I left.
[as Wells and Amy are kissing on Amy's couch, she begins to remove pieces of his clothing - first taking off his glasses, then unfastening his collar] H.G. Wells: Amy, I don't want to compromise you. Are you quite certain I'm not forcing you to... Amy Robbins: Forcing me? My God, Herbert, I'm practically raping you. H.G. Wells: [smiles] Yeah, that's true.
H.G. Wells: Do you still insist that this is all poppycock? Amy Robbins: That's not exactly the word I had in mind.
[John demonstrates to H.G. that 1979 isn't a social utopia] Jack the Ripper: The future isn't what you thought. It's what I am!
[Explaining his fascination with a plastic table] H.G. Wells: I've never seen wood like this before.
Jack the Ripper: And at dinner last... century, I thought you'd lost your wits.
Jack the Ripper: Ninety years ago I was a freak. Today I'm an amateur.
[H.G. Wells tracks down Jack the Ripper in the future] Jack the Ripper: You are, quite literally, the last person on Earth that I expected to see.
H.G. Wells: I have all those books to write, whatever they are. Fiction, I hope!
[Jack the Ripper uses the Time Machine to travel to 1979] H.G. Wells: What... have... I... done? I've turned that bloody maniac loose upon Utopia!
H.G. Wells: Amy, wait, listen to me! Amy Robbins: I *have* listened, and a bigger crock of shit I've never heard!