Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?

“I’m, uh, self-isolating in 1998.”

GODDAMMIT, GUYS! The Time Sheath is NOT to be used to for purposes of quarantine!

“Gotta admit: it’s a lot safer now. My wife–”

Natasha Monster.

“–and I have kids to worry about. Or, you know, we will a few years from now. Language doesn’t deal well with time travel.”

Just stay in your house, Bobby. Don’t go caravanning around the timestream.

“My house in 1998 is also my house in 2020.”

Please stop screwing around with reality. Do you have any idea what’s happening on the Comfort?

“Dinosaurs again?”

Yup.

“They’ll pop into existence on ya.”

CELL PHONE NOISE

“I gotta take this. It might be my beard.”

I’m not responding to that comment.

…

“Weir here.”

“HAIRY GARCIA! YER KING REQUIRES YER ASSISTANCE!”

“Oh, hey, King.”

“AH AM ABOARD TH’ HOSPITAL SHIP LISA MARIE!”

“I thought it was called the Comfort?”

“AH HAVE RECHRISTENED THE SLOOP!”

“Gotcha.”

“AN’ MARY TYLER MOORE IS HERE!”

“Howdy, ma’am.”

“AH DON’T KNOW IF YOU’VE BEEN BROUGHT UP T’ SPEED ON TH’ DOINGS! AH MAY’VE OVERHEATED TH’ DING-DANG TIME CAPE, AN’ YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS THEN!”

“Time fights back.”

“YEW C’N ONLY PUSH TIME SO FAR, MAN!”

“Truer word have never been spoken.”

“AN’ NOW THERE’S DINOSAURS ALL OVER THE LISA MARIE, HALF MAH BAND HAS GOTTEN ET UP, AN’ AH HAVE A SMALL CHILD IN MAH ARMS!”

“Have you tried singing to her?”

“GOT-DANG, HAIRY GARCIA, WHO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKIN’ TO? TH’ ONLY THING AH BEEN DOIN’ IS SINGIN’ TO HER!”

“Huh. She must be really sick. What about Vicks Vaporub?”

“AH DON’T KNOW THAT TUNE!”

“Gee, I don’t know what to tell you, King. Is Dr. Nick there?”

“HE HAS BEEN ET, AS WELL.”

“It’s been a rough month for all of us.”

“SURE AS SHOOTIN’.”