Dr. Sam Beckett: [pitching an atom bomb shelter] There you have it: the, er... Ellroy Super-Deluxe, designed to let you sit back, relax and... survive in style. So, er... what do you think?
Mrs. Klingman: I think your pitch needs work.
Dr. Sam Beckett: Yeah, well... I'm not really much of a salesman. It's kind of my first day here.
Mrs. Klingman: No, we don't need so much space. It's only me and my husband. We only have so much from his pension and what I make teaching piano.
Dr. Sam Beckett: Mrs. Klingman... you don't have to worry, they're not going to attack us.
[she shudders and moans]
Dr. Sam Beckett: What? What is it? Here, s... sit down, sit down. What's wrong? You okay?
[Sam sees a serial number tattooed on her forearm]
Dr. Sam Beckett: I'm, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...
Mrs. Klingman: [shrugs] It was a long time ago.
Dr. Sam Beckett: Whatever I said to upset you, I'm really sorry.
Mrs. Klingman: No, no, no, no, no. No, it was the words. "Don't worry. They're not going to attack us." I heard those words before. I believed, and look at what happened. Dachau, Buchenwald... Now it is happening all over again. And this time, there will be no survivors.
Dr. Sam Beckett: Then why waste your money on a shelter?
Mrs. Klingman: [laughing] You're right. You're not much of a salesman!