Jack Deth: Last January, I finally singed Martin Whistler out on one of the rim planets. Since then, I've been hunting down the last of his murdering cult. We call them "Trancers:" slaves to Whistler's psychic power. Not really alive, not dead enough. It's July now, and I'm tired. Real tired.
[Jack hears 'Whistler's Mother' advertised at an art auction]
Jack Deth: I didn't know he had a mother.
Jack Deth: [to McNulty] If I catch you in L.A. again, I don't care if you're a kid, an old lady, or a kitty cat, I'm gonna kick your ass!
Leena: Are you crazy? You killed Murray.
Jack Deth: Has Murray ever turned yellow and gone after someone like he went for me?
Jack Deth: What I do wrong?
Leena: I don't know, maybe you're schizo or something.
Jack Deth: What? What does that mean?
Leena: Last night you said you grew up in L.A. Today you couldn't find Cahuanga Boulevard, you put sh!t in your hair, you can't even remember my name
Mrs. Santa Claus: Leena! Get over here!
Jack Deth: Your name's Leena?
Leena: Did I give you my phone number?
Jack Deth: No.
Leena: Oh, thank God.
Jack Deth: I'm from another time, another world. I don't even know what you people eat for lunch.
Leena: Did you mean what you said last night?
Jack Deth: Yeah, sure. What did I say last night?
Leena: Phil, come on. You said that making love to me was the ethereal union of two lost souls.
[Jack has just time-traveled back into Phil's body, waking up in bed with Lena]
Jack Deth: Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself, Phil...
Santa Claus: [mouth closed; voice of Whistler] Welcome to the twentieth century, Jack Deth.
Leena: You can't get home. What are you going to do now?
Jack Deth: It's okay. I kinda like it here.
Leena: Ok, I got fried rice, egg rolls and beef chow mein...
Jack Deth: Beef? You mean, like, from a cow?
Whistler: [Chairman Spencer plays a holographic message from Martin Whistler for Jack Deth] Greetings to the Council. As you may have gathered, I have survived the pathetic trap set by Trooper Deth on Mekon VII. For twelve long years, you have hunted my disciples like dogs. Now my day of vengeance is at hand. I've synthesized your time drug, and in a moment, shall retreat down the dark corridors of history. Know that it is I who am solely responsible for your demise. One by one, your ancestors shall be murdered, and you, their progeny, shall cease to exist. Then shall I return, join my legion, and claim the seat of power for my own. Adieu. Adieu...