Strickland: [to Zelda] Now, do ya know what that particular story means, for us Delilah?
[Zelda shakes her head]
Strickland: It means if you know somethin' you're not tellin' me, you're gonna tell me.
Strickland: [to Zelda] Where is it?
Brewster Fuller: Listen - fella...
Strickland: SIT DOWN!
[Brewster drops back into the chair]
Giles: Get him out? What are you talking about? No! Absolutely not!
Hoffstetler: Sir, we need to get him back in the water.
Hoffstetler: When will you release him?
Zelda: [interpreting Elisa] Soon. When the rain fills the canal that flows to the sea.
[Elisa nods]
Hoyt: [to Strickland] Thirty-six hours from now, this entire episode will be over. And so will you. Our universe will have a hole in it, with your outline. And you will have moved on. To - an alternate universe. A universe of shit. You'll be lost to civilization, and you will be unborn, unmade, and undone.
Strickland: [to Zelda] That story about Samson: I never told you how it ends. After the Philistines torture him, and blind him, Samson asks God for the strength he needs. And at the last minute he is spared. And the Lord gives him his strength back! One last time. And - he holds the columns of the temple with his powerful arms, and he crushes 'em. And he brings the whole building
down on the Philistines. HE dies, but he gets every single one of those motherfuckers! That is his WILL!
[punches the wall behind Zelda]
Strickland: Now, do ya know what that particular story means, for us Delilah?
[Zelda shakes her head]
Strickland: It means if you know somethin' you're not tellin' me, you're gonna tell me. Either
before, or after, I bring this particular temple down upon our heads.
Giles: [shows Elisa his artwork] Ta-dah. That's not bad, is it?
[chuckles; Elisa shakes her head]
Giles: For being shit!
[giggles]
Elisa: [in sign language] It's not shit.
Giles: Ah - listen: You eat, you go to bed, you rest...
[grabs jacket]
Giles: And when I - get
paid...
[sighs and does a twirl; pause]
Giles: We get pie.
Elisa: [in sign language] Nothing for me.
Giles: No, we don't get pie. I get pie! You get whatever you want!
[laughing]
Giles: Hahhh.
[gently touches her face]
Giles: Wish me luck.
Elisa: [in sign language] Good luck.
[Alice Faye singing on TV: "Then I have only this to say..."; Giles looks back and smiles]
Strickland: [to Elisa] Look don't touch. That lovely dingus right there is an Alabama howdy-do. Molded grip handle, low-current high-voltage electric shock cattle prod. Name's Strickland, Security.