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: [Driving along a stretch of highway on a hot afternoon
] Whew! Hotter than hell out here!
[Car immediately overheats, hood pops open and steam billows forth
] Mark Gordon
: C'mon, I didn't mean anything by that; it's just an expression! Jonathan Smith
: It's too late. Mark Gordon
: I can't believe He'd do something like that! I mean, where's all the forgiveness? Jonathan Smith
: He is forgiving; there's a gas station around the next curve.
: It's my bet when Nick bites the dust he's gonna get a ticket South. Jonathan Smith
: South? Mark Gordon
: [Making devil horns with his fingers on his forehead
] Yeah, South, ya know?
: Boy, I wish there was something we could do. Jonathan Smith
: Is that a wish or a prayer? Mark Gordon
: Does it make a difference? Jonathan Smith
: It might for The Boss.
: [after three gang members thump their car hood
] Look at those guys. They don't exactly look like Mouseketeeers. Jonathan Smith
: C'mon, what are you worried about? I'm not worried. Mark Gordon
: Well, of course you're not worried; you're already an angel. I thought I'd put it off for a little while.
: What are you talkin' about, "the boss"? Who's your boss? Mark Gordon
: You wouldn't know.
: I've been tryin' to figure out how to solve this, but it's not up to me. It's not up to any angel. Mark Gordon
: Well, if an angel can't handle it, who can? Jonathan Smith
: I think this is a job for the Masked Rider.
: [after God drenches Mark and the cigarette he attempted to light up
] Y'know, He must really care about me, the way He worries about me. Jonathan Smith
: Could be. Mark Gordon
: What do you mean, "could be"? Why else would He put my cigarette out like that? Jonathan Smith
: Well, maybe He's not so anxious to have you up there.
: [to Jonathan
] You ever think about settling down in one place? Y'know, and getting married and enjoying the flitter-flutter of little wings around the house?
: The kid's got everything she could want. Jonathan Smith
: You're right; she's got everything she could want. But the problem is, she hasn't got what she needs. Mark Gordon
: And what does she need? Jonathan Smith
: She needs to be a kid, Mark. Mark Gordon
: Isn't she already a kid? Jonathan Smith
: ...When did you ever see a kid talk to *anyone* like *that?*
: [Discussing Lori
] The Boss says you gotta look for the good in people, but with that kid you need a microscope!
: [to "The Boss" after learning that his wish has been granted
] What do you listen to me for?
: [voice-over over Dragnet-type music
] 5:45 PM. My partner and I were on our way in to turn in our uniforms. My name's Gordon... I carry a badge. His name's Smith... he carries a harp.
: It's all over, Mark. Mark Gordon
: Thanks for not letting me... Jonathan Smith
: I don't think you would have. Mark Gordon
: Yeah, I think I would have.
: Will there ever be a time in this country where they'll put drugs away forever? Jonathan Smith
: If there's not, there may not be a country to wonder about.
: Aw, don't tell me that bum is our next assignment? Jonathan Smith
: That's right. He hasn't got much longer to live, Mark. Just twenty-four hours. We're here to grant him a wish.
: [Mark and Jonathan walking on the Hollywood Walk of Fame
] Oh, look. Here's another one of my favorites. Michael Landon. Jonathan Smith
: Never heard of him. Mark Gordon
: What? Are you kidding? Bonanza! Little House on the Prairie! Jonathan Smith
: Sorry. It doesn't ring a bell. Mark Gordon
: I keep forgetting. You've been dead for 40 years.
: Here's a good one for ya, Jonathan: What's the deefinition of a dead atheist? Jonathan Smith
: I couldn't guess. Mark Gordon
: All dressed up and no place to go. Ha-ha-ha! Jonathan Smith
: Cute. Real cute.
: You knew? How in heaven did you find out? Mark Gordon
: The world could sure use a few more like Arnie. Jonathan Smith
: Well, just use use the ones it's got.
: [Encouraging young Mark to listen to his grandfather's stories
] That old man is a book, son. All grandparents are. They're like magic books filled up with who you are, where you come from, why your eyes are like Grandpa Jake's, why you got a temper just like your Great-Grandpa Carr. And when old people die, the books are lost forever.
: One morning he woke up in the castle he built for his wife and he didn't know who he was anymore. Well, his name was Arthur and he lived in a castle, so he figured he must be a king. Mark Gordon
: King Arthur? Linda Krock
: He doesn't hurt anyone, he means no harm. He just thinks he's King Arthur, that's all. I mean, as long as you call him "your majesty" and all, things shouldn't get too hectic.
: [Stepping from the smoking crater, Adam staring in wonder
] That's all right, son, don't be afraid. We're strangers here. We need some help. Mark Gordon
: Yeah, we crashed in the hole there. Adam
: Are you... from up there? Mark Gordon
: [Whispers to Jonathan
] "Up there"? Does he know you? Jonathan Smith
: [to Adam
] Yeah, I'm from up there. You can call me Jonathan; this is my friend Mark. We mean you no harm.