Bolt: Pride is one of the seven deadly sins, Mr. James. Or is it one of the seven dwarves? I can never remember.
[Answering her boss' phone.] Michelle: Austin James, master of time and space!
[As he sledge-hammers a malevolent computer.] Austin: Okay, pinhead, sing "Daisy".
[Entering a morgue.] Michelle: In a minute, I'm going to be sick. Austin: It's all in your head. Michelle: In a minute it'll be all over the floor.
[In his workshop/laboratory.] Austin: Why do men blink three times every ten seconds, and women only twice? What part of the brain is the soul located in? What was the blood-clotting mechanism of a tyranosaurus? Nobody knows. But the answers are here. And I'm going to find them. That's what kind of place this is. It's the universe!
Austin: I'm going to take you on the greatest adventure of your life. You probably'll never even thank me. Let's go.
Michelle: A science groupie. I have seen everything. Austin: She's obviously done a lot of work on this. We have to encourage young minds, Micki. Give them a chance to tap our brains. Michelle: I think she may want to tap more than your brain.
Michelle: I thought you never lied. Austin: I don't. It's just that sometimes I withhold the qualifiers. Michelle: For somebody who says facts are all that count, Mr. Jimmy Austin, you're the most deceitful person I know. Austin: I once determined that there are forty-nine different ways to misrepresent the truth. I only use six, way below the national average of thirty-two.
Michelle: If you're so smart, how come you let a computer program chase you into a crummy laundromat?
Michelle: What kind of human being are you? Austin: When I was eight years old, I took off all my clothes and painted myself blue. Then I climbed up on the roof of a house, I placed both thumbs on the base of a lightning rod, and faced the electromagnetic north pole. Why? Why did I do that? Michelle: How should I know? Austin: Well, when you figure it out, then you'll know what kind of human being I am.
Michelle: You're not on drugs or anything, are you? Austin: I have fragmented REM cycles. I'm slightly schizophrenic. Michelle: Is that why you sleep in a tool cabinet? Austin: Sensory deprivation tank. Helps me dream.
