- Cassandra Loren: Open, time portal!
- [throws off her cloak to reveal 20th century clothes]
- Adam Clement: Cassandra! What are you doing?
- Cassandra Loren: I'm about to make all my knowledge of the 20th century pay off.
- [braces herself before disappearing in a puff of purple smoke]
- Adam Clement: Noo!
- [has no other choice but to follow her in another puff of purpleness]
- J.J. MacConnell: [J.J. barges into Reynold's office] Reynolds! I want those reports and I want them written in black ink.
- [notices Cassandra]
- J.J. MacConnell: What is this? The cocktail hour?
- Daniel P. Reynolds: Think about it, J.J., think about it! We're on the verge of bankruptcy, right? It's either 51% for her or 100% of nothing for you.
- Adam Clement: I realize this is unusual, but I must see the President.
- Guard: The President?
- Adam Clement: It concerns the security of this nation, possibly even the world.
- Guard: Oh, the world...
- Adam Clement: So, if you would just take me to him.
- Guard: Yeah, we're gonna take you some place alright.
- [grabs Adam's arm and turns him around]
- Adam Clement: No, no, you have the wrong idea. Look, I'm not some some kind of a crackpot. Someone must tell the President what's happened.
- Guard: Yeah, the Martians are coming, right?
- Diana Prince: Cassandra is going into mining? Why?
- Adam Clement: Money. She loved this time period because of its obsession with money.
- Daniel P. Reynolds: [losing his cool] We're gonna destroy a city?
- Cassandra Loren: [totally relaxed] Aleight, do you think I'd be here if there was any danger to us?
- Daniel P. Reynolds: [calms down] Why didn't you tell me about this before?
- Cassandra Loren: Would you have told me?
- Daniel P. Reynolds: [ponders this for a moment] We really are two of a kind, aren't we?
- Cassandra Loren: Send me to prison, anything, but just let me stay here! Nothing could be as boring as the future...
- [last lines]
- Diana Prince: [having just received and read a letter from the future] You know, I wish I could answer this somehow, but Adam won't even be born for more than a century.
- Colonel Steve Trevor, Jr.: Say, I've got an idea: why don't give a note to Wonder Woman? She could probably hold it until then.
- Diana Prince: You know, maybe I'll do that.
- [flashes her big bright smile; freeze frame]
- Colonel Steve Trevor, Jr.: I guess you wouldn't want to check out the purple explosions that just occured at West Side Plaza, huh?
- Diana Prince: Darn, investigating purple smoke bombs is one of my favorite assignments.
- Cassandra Loren: They're on to you, and all because of Wonder Woman. She's as meddlesome in the 20th century as she is in the 22nd.
- Daniel P. Reynolds: Getting me fired wasn't part of your little scenario, was it?
- Cassandra Loren: Still thinking like an employee, Dan. When the morning papers hit, you'll have your job back and then some.
- Daniel P. Reynolds: You know, you're beautiful and you're cunning, and you've got me and old man MacConnell by the short hairs.
- Cassandra Loren: Only, he doesn't know it yet. See how perfectly it all fits? If you were an honest man, J.J. wouldn't be a desperate one. Larceny... becomes you.
- Daniel P. Reynolds: And it does you.
- Cassandra Loren: We really are two of a kind. And right now, I need you...
- Daniel P. Reynolds: [husky voice] Yeah?
- Cassandra Loren: ...to kill someone. A man named Adam Clement. The man who invented the Time Portal. The idiot followed me here by accident. Now we have got to stop him before he interferes. My hunch is that he'll head straight for the IADC.
- Daniel P. Reynolds: The IADC?
- Cassandra Loren: Mm-hmm. His grandfather worked for them. Or will, in about twenty years.
- Daniel P. Reynolds: Just let me make a short call.
- [goes off to phone]
- Cassandra Loren: [mutters by herself] Too bad, Adam. You should have stayed where you belonged.
- Irac: [to Adam, who has his mind elsewhere] At what soundwave frequency is the unit set?
- [no response]
- Irac: Adam Clement!
- Adam Clement: Hmm? Oh, uh, I must have been daydreaming. Sorry.
- Irac: We were analyzing the hypothetical stress accuracy of your Time Portal remote control and its operation.
- Adam Clement: Yes, we've been through all that. Tell me more about Diana.
- Irac: You have already been given complete data profile with the exception of her shoe size.
- Adam Clement: I suppose you think that's funny.
- Irac: On the contrary. Your fascination with her is very quaint.
- Adam Clement: You're wasting time, Ira. Tell me everything you know about Diana Prince.
- Irac: Everything?
- Adam Clement: You can't refuse a direct order. And you obviously have more information about her, or you wouldnt be stalling. Now let's hear it.
- Irac: I have concluded Diana Prince is...
- Diana Prince: [enters] Hi.
- [a second later, and her secret identity would have been blown]
- Adam Clement: [to Ira] Disregard that.