Esther: Is anyone interested in hearing the names of The Three Families again?
Everyone: is, apparently.
Charlotte Wills: Things are pretty crazy back here at CIA HQ. The EU is collapsing. The vending machine is out of Diet Coke again.
Esther: That blows. Hey, can you look around for some paper records about The Three Families. I know I blew up that paper records building in episode one, but maybe there are some more paper records buildings?
Charlotte Wills: Sure thing. I was born for this Miracle Day investigation. I mean that literally.
OSWALD DOES DALLAS
Jilly Kitzinger: When you speak at Cowboys Stadium, the main slogan you need to remember is, “Fire up those ovens, boys!”
Oswald Danes: I don’t want to talk about work; I’d rather dance.
Jilly Kitzinger: Yeah, well, I’d rather kick you in the babymaker. We can’t have everything we want.
Oswald Danes: I want a girl. Get me one. Legal age will be fine. For once.
Jilly Kitzinger: You just keep getting grosses.
Shawney Yamaguchi: You could use an intern, and I have conveniently arrived in your hour of need!
Jilly Kitzinger: Get me a sandwich and a prostitute. In that order.
Shawney Yamaguchi: Cool, let me just text the CIA to let them know I made it safely to your hotel room. Oswald Danes is the worst, right?
Jilly Kitzinger: Yeah, but soon he’ll be dead, so whatevs.
Esther: Hey little sis, how’s it going in the loony bin I put you in? Pretty nice, right? Now that I’m not a fugitive, I was thinking we could hang out in the park together soon, have a picnic or something.
Little Sis: OK, but make it quick. I’ve signed me and the girls up to be category one.
Esther: That is not a thing you can do.
Little Sis: The Internet says it is and the Internt never lies. OK, bye!
INTERCONTINENTAL BALLISTIC MISSILE
Gwen: Jack’s doing some cryptic pouting, so I thought I’d call and check in.
Rhys: Good timing, your mum’s feeling particularly pep talk-y this morning.
Mum Cooper: Gwen, I had a gun to my head in my own house. And now I want a gun for myself. Save the world and bring me a gun.
Rhys: You heard your mother. Do it and hurry home. Cuddly Bear needs a hug, yeah?
Gwen: I will. Tell mum I keep a spare pistol in Anwen’s crib. See you soon, sweetheart.
THE PHILOSOPHER’S MICROCHIP
Esther: This floor feels hollow. Do you guys think maybe there’s plot point underneath it?
Captain Jack: No. Stop talking and go away.
Esther: Seriously, though, when I kick it and tap it and hop up and down on it, I get the sense that there’s a plot point underneath this floor.
Captain Jack: I said there’s nothing under the floor.
Esther: HEY, EVERYBODY, THERE’S SOMETHING UNDER THE FLOOR.
Captain Jack: Nice.
Esther: Not as nice as my sister volunteering to kill her own kids.
Mr. Shapiro: Esther, did you find a plot point or something?
Mr. Shapiro: Excellent. Jack, is that plot point extraterrestrial?
Gwen: None of your beeswax.
Mr. Shapiro: I’m talking to Jack.
Gwen: YOU’RE TALKING TO MY NUNCHUKS!
Mr. Shapiro: This one hasn’t flown across the Atlantic yet today. Put her on a plane.
Gwen: Fine, but consider yourself warned and consider this fit pitched. I’LL BE BACK TOMORROW.
SCOOBY DOOBY DOO
Rex: Jack, for real, what is this thing?
Captain Jack: Remember on the plane ride here when I was saying “morphic field” while the United States government tried to poison me and you laughed in my face? Well, MORPHIC FIELD MORPHIC FIELD MORPHIC FIELD.
Esther: So the Miracle turns death off, but this plot point turns death back on?
Captain Jack: Yes, but only everything within a ten foot radius of the plot point.
Mr. Shapiro: So we need to make a plot point as big as the earth?
Captain Jack: No, but also yes. I hope that was vague enough.