Lana Lang: —Okay, who tracked water into my office? Very uncool, guys!
Catherine Grant: That was probably my fault.
Lana Lang: Cat? Why are you sitting in my office? In the dark?
Catherine Grant: I need to talk to you, Lana.
Catherine Grant: That was probably my fault.
Lana Lang: Cat? Why are you sitting in my office? In the dark?
Catherine Grant: I need to talk to you, Lana.
"I'm home." He muttered as he entered his apartment, more out of habit. He didn't expect anyone to-
"Welcome back."
"Gyah!?" He nearly kept a foot in the air as he reached for his NERV standard issue self-defense sidearm (now with thirty-three percent fewer fatalities) before he recognized the individual who broke into his home. "Ayanami?! How many times have I told you not to break into my apartment?!"
"Forty-three." Ayanami answered with her usual uninterested tone. "I wish to consult you, my plan failed and I was unexpectedly counterpranked." Makoto sighed. Of course.
"Welcome back."
"Gyah!?" He nearly kept a foot in the air as he reached for his NERV standard issue self-defense sidearm (now with thirty-three percent fewer fatalities) before he recognized the individual who broke into his home. "Ayanami?! How many times have I told you not to break into my apartment?!"
"Forty-three." Ayanami answered with her usual uninterested tone. "I wish to consult you, my plan failed and I was unexpectedly counterpranked." Makoto sighed. Of course.
Kara entered the dressing room, and found that she was not alone.
Jasmine was there, clad only in a short robe. She was looking straight at Kara.
Jasmine was there, clad only in a short robe. She was looking straight at Kara.
"Who are you, and how did you get in? I'll call security and congratulate them. Drink?"
— Zukovsky, The World Is Not Enough
Cmdr. Brennan: Ah, Mansfield.
Sir Mansfield: What is the meaning of this?
Cmdr. Brennan: Don't you remember? You invited me along to see this Etruscan vase of yours.
Sir Mansfield: I remember asking you at some time convenient—
Cmdr. Brennan: Was it some time? I thought you meant any time. (contemplates vase) Ah, what a beauty. What was it Voltaire said: "Perfection walks slowly, hand-in-hand with time." To think that such beauty was commonplace is homes nearly 3000 years ago.
Sir Mansfield: Commander Brennan, are you seriously expecting me to believe that you came here at two in the morning to discuss the comparative merits of the utility household utensils of Ancient Greece with those of today?
Sir Mansfield: What is the meaning of this?
Cmdr. Brennan: Don't you remember? You invited me along to see this Etruscan vase of yours.
Sir Mansfield: I remember asking you at some time convenient—
Cmdr. Brennan: Was it some time? I thought you meant any time. (contemplates vase) Ah, what a beauty. What was it Voltaire said: "Perfection walks slowly, hand-in-hand with time." To think that such beauty was commonplace is homes nearly 3000 years ago.
Sir Mansfield: Commander Brennan, are you seriously expecting me to believe that you came here at two in the morning to discuss the comparative merits of the utility household utensils of Ancient Greece with those of today?
— High Treason (1951)
Brock: LISTEN! I don't care about your master plan right now. We need to talk.
Havoc: Talk about what?
Brock: You gotta get your wife back, man! She's driving me fucking crazy!
Havoc: ...Is that why you're here? Did you infiltrate my sub, and then kill all my henchmen, just to tell me that?
Brock: Uh, yeah.
Havoc: Talk about what?
Brock: You gotta get your wife back, man! She's driving me fucking crazy!
Havoc: ...Is that why you're here? Did you infiltrate my sub, and then kill all my henchmen, just to tell me that?
Brock: Uh, yeah.
— Dr. Havoc's Diary, "Captain Dr. Havoc"
