Jeffrey Jones: What an entrance! Right in the middle of a Salem Witch Hunt. Can't you control that thing?
Phineas Bogg: [quietly] Doesn't come with a steering wheel.
Jeffrey Jones: What's the date?
Phineas Bogg: [opens up the Omni] November 13th, 1692.
Phineas Bogg: Friday?
Abiah Folger: It is.
Phineas Bogg: Figures.
Jeffrey Jones: Can Voyagers die Bogg? I mean really.
Phineas Bogg: We're regular flesh and blood kid. Only thing that makes us special is that Omni.
Jeffrey Jones: [talking about the now stolen Omni] Great kisser. You're really having a tough time hanging on to that thing, aren't you?
Phineas Bogg: Will you knock it off? How was I supposed to know she was a pickpocket.
Phineas Bogg: Just know, you're the best thing that ever happened to me, kid. Out of all the people in time, the best.
[Bogg is about to throw away a piece of paper a passerby dropped]
Jeffrey Jones: What is it?
Phineas Bogg: Just a poem. "Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light, what so proudly we hailed at..."
Jeffrey Jones: At the twilight's last gleaming.
Phineas Bogg: How'd you know?
[Jeffrey grabs the poem and runs toward the man who dropped it: Francis Scott Key]
Jeffrey Jones: Mr. Key! Mr. Key!
Francis Scott Key: Good morning, my enthusiastic young man.
Jeffrey Jones: Good morning, sir. You dropped this.
Francis Scott Key: Ah. I wrote this when the British were rowing me ashore this morning. It was a proud sight, son. Those stars and stripes still flying over McHenry. I wrote this to help me remember.
Jeffrey Jones: To help us all remember.
Francis Scott Key: Pardon me.
Jeffrey Jones: Have a nice day, sir.