Esther: I’m sorry to interrupt your treatise on my worthlessness, but I’ve made our first breakthrough. Newman cockblocked the ATF!
Gwen: What does it mean to “cockblock”?
Jack: It’s the reason Janto shippers have always hated your guts.
Esther: The ATF emailed Newman about a hundred times asking to see this one specific warehouse, but he kept marking it as spam.
Rex: We should break into that warehouse!
Captain Jack: Hey, I give the orders around here. [Grins his swoony Captain Jack grin.] We should break into that warehouse!
Esther: How will we distract the security guard so we can get inside?
Gwen: I will punch his mouth in the face.
Jack: This warehouse is full of painkillers made by PhiCorp.
Rex: GIVE THEM TO ME.
Jack: Whoa, look at all these painkillers in this whole other TARDIS-sized warehouse.
Rex: GIVE MORE OF THEM TO ME.
Jack: It’s convenient that PhiCorp has been manufacturing the perfect drug for Miracle Day for over a year, huh?
Rex: [Cookie Monsters an entire plate of painkillers]
IMMORTALITY GENERAL HOSPITAL AND MEETING HALL
Dr. Juarez: Let’s take a break from the action to explore some of the medical, ethical and legal ramifications of Miracle Day.
Audience: [Starts chewing fingers] Oh, please be careful! Philosophical sci-fi is such smart TV, but you saw what happened to Caprica! Fantasy fans were raised on lightsabers and SFX handjobs!
HANDJOBS! GET YOUR HANDJOBS!
Jilly Kitzinger: Hi, it’s me again. Jilly Kitzinger.
Dr. Juarez: Oh, Jesus.
Jilly Kitzinger: That’s right! I represent New Jesus too! Hey, listen, you should come to PhiCorp and give us your opinions about zombies and things. You’re a superstar and it’ll totally be worth your time. I mean, come on, do I seem like the kind of person who would exploit you?
Dr. Juarez: Yes.
Jilly Kitzinger: You’re right. But you should come anyway!