H.G. Wells: You mentioned your husband before.
Amy Robbins: My ex, yeah. I was married for a while, when I was very young. We met during an anti-war demonstration.
Wells: Ah, the Second World War?
Amy: Are you kidding? How old do you think I am?
Wells: Oh, I'm sorry, the Third World War?
Jack the Ripper: It's catching isn't it, violence.
H.G. Wells: Do you still insist that this is all poppycock?
Amy Robbins: That's not exactly the word I had in mind.
H.G. Wells: This is delicious, far superior to that Scottish place I breakfasted.
Amy Robbins: Scottish?
H.G. Wells: McDougall's.
Jack the Ripper: My mother was rather an atrocious woman in her way, but her many failings did not include raising mentally deficient sons.
H.G. Wells: Every age is the same. It's only love that makes any of them bearable.
Jack the Ripper: And at dinner last... century, I thought you'd lost your wits.
Amy Robbins: I like that suit. Is that what they're wearing in London?
H.G. Wells: It was when I left.
H.G. Wells: My name is H.G. Wells. I came here in a time machine of my own construction. I am pursuing Jack the Ripper, who escaped into the future in my machine.
Jack the Ripper: We don't belong here? On the contrary, Herbert. I belong here completely and utterly. I'm home.
