Quantum Leap1989

Dr. Sam Beckett:
[pitching an atom bomb shelter] There you have it: the, er... Ellroy Super-Deluxe, designed to let you sit back, relax and... survive in style. So, er... what do you think?

Mrs. Klingman:
I think your pitch needs work.

Dr. Sam Beckett:
Yeah, well... I'm not really much of a salesman. It's kind of my first day here.

Mrs. Klingman:
No, we don't need so much space. It's only me and my husband. We only have so much from his pension and what I make teaching piano.

Dr. Sam Beckett:
Mrs. Klingman... you don't have to worry, they're not going to attack us.

[she shudders and moans]

Dr. Sam Beckett:
What? What is it? Here, s... sit down, sit down. What's wrong? You okay?

[Sam sees a serial number tattooed on her forearm]

Dr. Sam Beckett:
I'm, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...

Mrs. Klingman:
[shrugs] It was a long time ago.

Dr. Sam Beckett:
Whatever I said to upset you, I'm really sorry.

Mrs. Klingman:
No, no, no, no, no. No, it was the words. "Don't worry. They're not going to attack us." I heard those words before. I believed, and look at what happened. Dachau, Buchenwald... Now it is happening all over again. And this time, there will be no survivors.

Dr. Sam Beckett:
Then why waste your money on a shelter?

Mrs. Klingman:
[laughing] You're right. You're not much of a salesman!