Katie Beckett: Oh my God! If you really are from the future, you'd know if he's dead!
Sam Beckett: Chuck?
Katie Beckett: Paul McCartney. The White Album. If you play "Revolution Number Nine" backwards, the Beatles are singing "Paul is dead."
Sam Beckett: No. Paul's not dead. After the Beatles split up...
Katie Beckett: The Beatles split up?
Sam Beckett: Pretty soon, I think.
Katie Beckett: Oh God. Wait 'til I tell Elaine!
Sam Beckett: Paul forms this group called Wings and they come out with some really great tunes.
Katie Beckett: And John? What's John gonna do? He's my favorite.
Sam Beckett: [hesitantly] Uh, Katey... John...
Admiral Al Calavicci: *Don't* tell her.
Sam Beckett: It's not fair, Al. I mean, c'mon, it's not fair.
Admiral Al Calavicci: Well, I think, uh, I think it's damn fair.
Sam Beckett: What?
Admiral Al Calavicci: I'd give anything to see my father, and my sister, for a few days. Be able to talk with them again... Laugh with them... Tell 'em how much I love them. I'd give anything to have what you have, Sam. Anything.
Sam Beckett: John is going to write my favorite song.
Katie Beckett: [skeptical] You favorite song?
Sam Beckett: Um-hmm.
Katie Beckett: In the future?
Sam Beckett: Yeah.
Katie Beckett: Well, sing it to me. Or are you gonna use that swiss-cheese-brain excuse you gave me when I asked you who'd be my first boyfriend?
Sam Beckett: [playing guitar and singing] Imagine there's no heaven / It's easy if you try / No Hell below us / Above us only sky / Imagine all the people living for today / Imagine there's no countries / It isn't hard to do / Nothing to kill or die for.
[Katie's expression changes]
Sam Beckett: And no religion, too / Imagine all the people living life in peace / You-hoo, you might say I'm a dreamer.
Sam Beckett: Imagine no posses...
[Sam notices Katie has started crying and stops]
Sam Beckett: Katey, what is it?
Katie Beckett: I've never heard that before.
Sam Beckett: Of course not. Lennon's not gonna write it for another couple of years.
Katie Beckett: Noo!
Admiral Al Calavicci: Sam...
Sam Beckett: Katey, what is it?
Katie Beckett: I don't want to believe you!
Sam Beckett: Why?
Katie Beckett: I don't want to believe you know the future... because if you do, Tommy's gonna die.
Admiral Al Calavicci: I know it hurts, Sam, but you did the right thing.
Sam Beckett: I always do - I always do the right thing Al and where does it get me? I m - Why can I always save strangers, but not the people I love?
Admiral Al Calavicci: I don't know.
Sam Beckett: Well, I'm not gonna do it anymore. I'm not gonna do it.
Sam Beckett: [yelling to the sky] You hear that? Whoever you are, *whatever* you are, I'm not doing it anymore! I *quit*!
Sam Beckett: [to Al] I quit.
[Sam runs away through the cornfield]
Admiral Al Calavicci: Sam!
Coach Donnelly: Defense! Defense! Not patty cake, defense!
Admiral Al Calavicci: Patty cake? That's high fives! That's called a high five! And what are you yelling "defense"? You should be putting them into a press! I feel like Dennis Hopper in Hoosiers.
Navy Lt. Tom Beckett: Sam! Hoo-yah! All right, little brother!
Sam Beckett: [reaching for Tom] Toooo...
[Sam continues to yell while he leaps from the basketball court to a river in Vietnam, still reaching to Tom]
[startled, the Seals start firing in all directions; Sam submerges until they stop]
Sam Beckett: [surfacing] Tom?
Navy Seal: [of body of an enemy Vietcong floating by] He's dead.
Sam Beckett: Damn, Magic!
Sam Beckett: Tom.
Navy Lt. Tom Beckett: How'd you know they were there?
Sam Beckett: Oh, boy.