"Here, hon! All your bouillabaisse are belong to us!

"What?"

" What did I say? I don't know why I said that. I felt a tingle in the back of my head, and I saw things. Things from the future. Horrible things. War was begun! Oh John, it's happening again! Why - why do you look so strange? Why are you smiling!"

"MAKE YOUR TINE - I , I mean, can I have a fork?"