Mickey: There could be things out there completely beyond anyone's understanding. Austin: I can name you one: murder. I've never understood it for a second.
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Mickey: Why do you enjoy tormenting people so much? Austin: Because when I torment them, I get what I need. It's nothing personal.
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Mickey: I thought you never lied. Austin: I don't. It's just that sometimes I withold the qualifiers. Mickey: For someone who says facts are all that count in this world..., you're the most deceitful person I know. Austin: I once determined there are 49 different ways for a human being to misrepresent the truth. I only use six. That's way below the national average of 32.
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Mickey: There you go. Reducing everything to numbers again. I suppose when you see a beautiful sunset or fall in love you can't wait to write it down in an equation. I take that back. I'm sure falling in love is not on your list of scientific priorities. Austin: I spent ten years designing a prosthetic device so that people without legs could walk. Maybe you and I just don't have the same definition of love.
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John Blaine: You don't care about people Austin. You don't see the suffering, the injustices. You sit in that warehouse, brooding like a spoiled god while the world hurts.
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Mickey: That's impossible! Nobody can do that! Austin: I can.
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Mickey (answering Austin's phone): Austin James, master of space and time.
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Austin (to Mickey, shortly after they meet): I'm about to take you on the greatest adventure of your life. And you'll probably never even thank me for it.
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Mickey: What the hell kind of place is this? 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 tyrannosaurus? Nobody knows. But the answers are here. In this room. And I'm going to find them. That's what kind of place this is. It's the universe! It's everything.
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John Blaine (designer of an artificially intelligent computer program): Can you give us your name, your profession, and the company you represent? Austin: Austin James. I'm a self-employed debunker of so-called artificially intelligent computer programing.
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Mickey: Can't you sit still for five seconds? Austin: No
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Mickey: You know something Mr. Smarty-pants? I've noticed a few things about you too. Like, you're deliberately rude to compensate for an inate awkwardness in social situations... You suffer from a deep-rooted fear that the world doesn't know who you are, that you could die before making that one, great discovery that could propel you into the ranks of the immortals. And you don't give blood as a public service either, because you're just as squeamish as I am.
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Mickey: That outward calm is just a strategy you use to mislead the opposition. Austin: I'm already a household name, I don't need to find anymore great discoveries. Mickey: Yeah? Well, if you're so smart, how come you let a computer program chase you into a laundromat?
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Mickey: I just figured it out! ... Why you painted yourself blue and hung from the rafters. You did it because you wanted people to wonder why you did it. Because you wanted to be a mystery, even to yourself. Austin James- cosmic enigma. The greatest riddle of them all. Well I'm sorry, Mr. James, but you're weird. Austin: Don't say weird, say maladjusted. Mickey: Why? Austin: Because I prefer it.
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Mickey: This is a stupid idea. It never happened. You're wasting your time. Austin: Why did the millionaire buy a secretary's brain instead of a genius' when he needed a transplant? Mickey: This is a deliberate attempt to make me mad, isn't it? You think, if I get mad, I'll say something to help you out! Austin: Because he wanted one that had never been used...
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Mickey: I wanna go with you! Austin: You sound like Wendy in Peter Pan.
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Mickey: There once was a wizard named James.
Whose genius exceeded all claims.
He could solve out-of-hand,
All the problems of man,
And tell you it's all just a game.
