Arthur:
The good news is, I know why you don't know me. The bad news is, you were mindwiped.

Arthur:
Oh, this'll be more exciting than a pair of pants full of geckos!

Arthur:
Call me time-space happy, but I swear that looks like Dr. Elliot Sinclair, the scientist who invented time travel - the guy you put away for 10 - 20 at Vega Thalen! He could be Sinclair's distant cousin! And you know what that means - baldness *is* hereditary.

Arthur:
God, I wish I had a body!

Arthur:
Wait! Arthur the all-knowing is seeing a rope entwined in your future! I see a rope-ladder - much like the one in your inventory. I see you hooking the rope ladder onto the broken stair. I see you climbing up the ladder. I see - whoa. I see you have a tight-fitting jumpsuit.

Arthur:
Gage, help! We're trapped inside your screensaver!

Arthur:
So what's next? Bungee-jumping off the pyramids? Bull-leaping in Crete?

Arthur:
If we're going ballooning, I don't want to hang from this thing like some deranged Bond villain. So we could either attach the basket you found, or we could keep looking around and hope we find another basket with a CD player and leather interior.

Arthur:
Why yes, Gage, I like mushrooms; why do you ask?

Arthur:
Looks like the Grinch changed his mind about Whoville.

Arthur:
He's still asleep?! What did he do, hit the snooze bar on his sundial?

Arthur:
This kid must have a degree in narcolepsy.

Arthur:
Ow! I think I landed on my car keys...

Arthur:
Gage... eat more bran.