Agent J: [sees Young Agent O] O? No, I call ladies "O." To me O is feminine, and K is masculine. You know, I see a couple, I'm like, "O-K."

Young Agent K: Look, slick, seeing I live past this, can you tell me whether me and O...?

Agent J: A wise man told me once: don't ask questions you don't want the answer to.

Young Agent K: I said that, didn't I?

Agent K: You are suspended for two weeks.

Agent J: Bullshit.

Agent K: Four weeks.

Agent J: Damn it! We had him!

Young Agent K: Relax, Cochise. We'll find him.

Agent J: First of all, my name is J, okay? It's not "son," it's not "slick," and it damn sure ain't "Cochise." And I'm not gonna relax 'cause we're running out of time, we're running out of clues and there's an invasion coming. You're not really recognizing my "voicial" intensity. Oh, but there was one guy that could help. Hey, Griffin! Griffin! Where's Griffin? Griffin. Where's Griffin at, K? He's gone. If Boris gets to him before we, that's no bueno.

Young Agent K: We need pie.

Agent J: What?

Young Agent K: My granddaddy always said: "If you got a problem you can't solve, it helps to get out of your head." Pie. It's good.

Agent J: Pie?

Young Agent K: Yeah.

Agent J: Your granddaddy, heavyset man?

Young Agent K: A little bit.

Agent J: Yeah, you know what? We've been doing smart stuff. We've been following clues, doing real police work. It might be time we do something stupid. Something that ain't got nothing to do with nothing. You know what? Now, I want some pie, K. I want some pie. Let's go get some dumb-ass pie.

Young Agent K: Sounds good.

Agent K: Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to.

[J is held by two 1969 cops]

Agent J: Look man, I have my rights, and I demand to see a lawyer before you press the red button on that device!

[the cops neuralyze themselves]

Agent J: That was a standard grade neuralyzer, but you're not going to remember that. Keep in mind, just because you see a black man driving a car, does not mean he stole it!


Agent J: OK, I did steal this one - but not because I'm black.

Agent K: Do you know the most destructive force in the universe?

Agent J: Sugar?

Agent K: Regret.

Agent J: My daddy gave me this watch, it was the only thing he ever did as I never saw him while growing up...

Agent K: Don't you disrespect your daddy!

Griffin: There's no other way for this to work, K has to be the one to go. K is the only one who can save the world.

Agent J: If he does this, is there ANY future where he lives?

Griffin: Yes. But where there is death, there will always be death.

[last lines]

Griffin: This is my NEW favourite moment in human history... unless this is the one where K forgets to leave a tip...

[sees a meteor about to hit the Earth in the distant future]

Agent K: Almost forgot...

[leaves a tip - a satellite appears and collides with the meteor, rendering the Earth safe]

Griffin: That was a close one!

[Boris meets his younger self in 1969]

Boris The Animal: You pathetic waste of Boglodite flesh, I would kill you now if I didn't value my own life!

Boris The Animal: Who are you?

Boris The Animal: Look at you! Every mistake I ever made, just waiting to happen!

Boris The Animal: What happened to my arm?

Boris The Animal: You lose it, shot off by a human!

Boris The Animal: No human can defeat me!

Boris The Animal: You spend the next forty years in prison, chained up like an animal!

Boris The Animal: There is no prison that can hold me!

Boris The Animal: They built one specially for us, on the moon!

Boris The Animal: The humans haven't been to the moon, so they cannot have built it there already!

Boris The Animal: Stop arguing! You can avoid all of that, if you just listen to me!

Boris The Animal: YOU were defeated! YOU let it get shot off! That wasn't me, that was YOU!

[Both Borises roar at each other]

Griffin: A miracle is something that seems impossible but happens anyway.

Young Agent K: [punches J] That's for lying to me!

[punches J again]

Young Agent K: That's for telling me the truth!

[from trailer]

Agent J: I'm looking for K, have you seen him? Sort of a surly, older gentleman, smiles like this...

[J makes a poker face]

Agent O: K's been dead for over forty years.

[a tasered J wakes up in 1969 MIB headquarters]

Agent J: You need to turn the electricity on that damn thing. I can't taste my fricking tongue, K.

Young Agent K: How do you know my name?

[from trailer]

Agent J: I know what you're thinking: MIB, 3-D, we're going to be blowing stuff up and all that. But that's not really what we're doing right now. We're here for one purpose, and for one purpose only: Just to let you know that I'm about to make 3-D look good.

[from trailer]

Agent J: All right, pay attention...

[neuralyzes a crowd]

Agent J: Okay. You know how you kids won the goldfish in that little baggy at the school fair, and you didn't want that nasty thing in your house so you flushed it down the toilet? Well, this's what happened...

[points to an alien fish towed away]

Young Agent K: Who are you, and what do you know?

Agent J: I'm an agent of Men in Black, but I'm from the future. We're partners, twenty-five years from now you're going to recruit me. And 14 years after, the guy you DIDN'T let me kill at Coney Island he escapes from prison, and jumps back in the past and unleashes a full-scale invasion of Earth. We have about 19 hours to catch him and kill him, so really we need to go right now!

Young Agent K: [deadpan] All right.

[from trailer]

Agent J: Hey man, heck, how old are you?

Young Agent K: Twenty-nine.

Agent J: You got some city miles on you...

[the crew of Apollo 11 are watching the fight between on the launch tower between the agents and bad guys]

Buzz Aldrin: If we report this, they're going to scrub the launch.

Neil Armstrong: [Passively] I didn't see anything.

Agent J: You're gonna lose!

Boris The Animal: Let's agree to disagree!

Boris The Animal: What's your plan?

Boris The Animal: Prevent the ArcNet from being deployed. Kill anyone who tries!

Boris The Animal: Good plan - didn't work. With my help we'll get the ArcNet, kill Agent K, the invasion will be successful and we will get to keep both of our...

[sees his younger version staring at his stump]

Boris The Animal: STOP STARING AT IT! Listen...

Mr. Wu: That is an Earth fish. Very traditional in China. You arrest me, that's a hate crime!

Agent K: It would be if you were Chinese!

Boris The Animal: Go ahead, arrest me!

Young Agent K: Not this time.

[blasts Boris]

Griffin: I lost my world. I don't want you to lose yours. It's only the most infinitesimal of chances, but if it works, it'll be my most favourite moment in human history.

Young Agent K: I can see why I recruited you. You're a good man.

Agent J: What the hell happened to you, man?

Young Agent K: I told you, it hasn't happened yet...

Young Agent K: [neuralyzes young J] There's only one thing you need to know: your father was a hero.

[Griffin shows K and J the future, from his viewpoint]

Agent J: So this is how you see things? This is amazing!

Griffin: It's a gigantic pain in the ass, but it has its moments.

Agent O: Wait. How long have you been craving chocolatized diary products?

Agent J: Just today.

Agent O: Are you experiencing headaches? Dizziness? Loss of balance?

Agent J: Mm-hm.

Agent O: Agitation? Depression?

Agent J: Hell, yeah.

Agent O: Ah. There are only two possibilities. One is you've been bitten by the Horvatian brain tick and could die in horrible agony at any moment.

[slaps J]

Agent O: [beat] Damn it. It's not the tick.

Agent J: "Damn it, it's not the tick"? It's something worse than the tick?

Griffin: The bitterest truth is better than the sweetest lie.

[Z's eulogy]

Agent K: I worked for Zed for over 40 years, and in all that time he never invited me to dinner. Heve never asked to me to his house to watch a game. He never shared a single detail of his personal life. Thank you.

Agent O: Thank you, Agent K. That was very moving.

Agent J: That was your eulogy?

Agent K: He was a good man.

Agent O: Ladies, gentlemen, other life forms, when I told the Felucian Zyglot about Zed's passing, she said something that I'm going to repeat. And I'm paraphrasing. Ahem.

[starts screeching in an alien tongue]

Agent O: That's just so Zed.

Agent K: Boris the Animal: I blew off his arm and had him imprisoned at Lunamax. Biggest mistake I ever made.

Agent J: Sorry, man. Was he innocent?

Agent K: I should have killed him!

Andy Warhol: So what are you doin' on my turf, K?

Young Agent K: Tracking a killer, a Bogladyte. We have reason to believe he's gonna hit here next, Glamourian.

Andy Warhol: Glamourian?

Young Agent K: Mm-hmmm.

Andy Warhol: Right solar system, wrong planet. He's gotta be after the Arcanian.

Young Agent K: No, Arcanians are extinct...

Andy Warhol: Well, apparently they're not. One washed ashore last week. The whole Roswell circuit's all abuzz about it. Alien unicorn, last of its species. His name's Griffin, Griffin The Arcanian.

[J meets Griffin]

Agent J: How's it going?

Griffin: How's it going? Well, that depends. For me personally, it's good. Things are good. Unless, of course, we're in the possible future where the muscle boy near the door gets into an argument with his girlfriend, which causes her to storm away and bump into the guy carrying the stuffed mushroom, who then dumps the tray onto those sailors on leave and a shoving match breaks out and they crash into the coffee table here. In which case, I gotta move my plate like right now.

[as he speaks, the events he narrates occur]

Griffin: ...or if it's the possible future, in which the pastrami sandwich I'm eating causes me gastric distress. But thankfully your friend, sir, will offer some of the antacids he carries in his right pocket. So I'll be good, I'll be good. Except in the case of the possible future where I have to leave in two and a half minutes, just before he has a chance to offer me the antacids. So, on the whole, I'd have to say, not good. I'm not good.

[J stares at Griffin]

Griffin: But that depends.

Agent J: [looks for his partner] K!

Agent J: Hey, ain't you coming?

Griffin: [falling behind] No, I'm done here. J, as soon as K blows Boris's arm off everything will be back to the way it was, K will not remember anything that happened here.

Agent J: I got it: arm blown off, history's reset. Okay, thanks G!

[goes on ahead]

Griffin: [to himself] I can never bear to watch this part...

Jeffrey Price: Okay. What's the plan?

Agent J: You're gonna send me back to July 15, 1969.

Jeffrey Price: No, that's a stupid plan because I sent Boris to July 16th.

Agent J: I'm not worried about that one. I'm gonna go back and kill the younger Boris before the older one even shows up.

Jeffrey Price: That way neither of them will even exist. That's why you get to wear the black suit.

[wants to fist bump]

Jeffrey Price: No? You're gonna leave me hanging. Okay. Oh, I just thought of something. You know, even way back then New York was a big-ish city. So I mean, how are you gonna really find him?

Agent J: On July 15th, Boris killed an alien, Roman the Fabulist, at Coney Island.

Jeffrey Price: You're gonna get there first and be waiting for him? Dude, they should give you like two black suits.

Agent J: My man, for real?

[from trailer]

Andy Warhol: Dammit K, trying to blow my cover?

Agent J: Whoa, Andy Warhol's one of US?

Andy Warhol: Who's the dumbass?

Agent J: You know, I'd have no problem pimp-slapping the shiznit out of Andy Warhol.

Young Agent O: The Viagrons have come up with a revolutionary new pill...

Griffin: Any future where you succeed, is one where you tell the truth.

Agent J: The TRUTH?

Jeffrey Price: All right. All right. That's a real bummer about your buddy. I'm sure, he was, like, a real great guy, but in terms of the whole space-time continuum, your friend was a little blip on the historical radar!

[Him and J sees the Boglodite invasion on TV]

Jeffrey Price: Oh. That's a big blip.

Agent J: [about to time-jump] Hey, how come I can remember K but nobody else does?

Jeffrey Price: Whoa, that means you were there!

Agent J: I was where?

Jeffrey Price: If you survive you got to come back and tell me everything okay?

Agent J: Where was I?

Jeffrey Price: You got to go! Just go, go, go!

[repeated line]

Boris The Animal: [on being addressed as "Boris the Animal"] It's just Boris.

Boris The Animal: Hello, K.

Agent K: Boris the Animal.

Boris The Animal: [angrily] It's just Boris.

Agent K: You haven't changed very much. I see the arm I shot off is still shot off.

Boris The Animal: Yes, my arm. We've thought about that moment every day for the last 40 years.

Agent K: Well, that's just not living a full life.

Agent J: [Neuralizing a crowd of bystanders] Okay, you know how you're on a airplane and the flight attendant asks you to turn your cell phone off? And you're like, "I ain't turning my cell phone off. That ain't have nothing to do with no damn airplane." Well, this is what we get. That's what happens. It gets up there, bounces around on the satellite, then blam! Just turn your damn cell phone off. Now you're gonna drive off a cliff tonight 'cause your GPS don't work.

Agent J: [Neuralizing another crowd of bystanders] Thank you. Okay, you know how your kid won that goldfish in that little baggie from the school fair and you didn't want that nasty thing in your house, so you told your kid it ran away but what you really did was flushed it down the toilet? Well, this is what happens. Okay? Y'know what I'm talking about? Don't lie to your kids.

Agent J: Can you promise me something, if I go first, you'll do better than that at my funeral? Yeah, something like, uh: "J was a friend. Now there's a big part of me that's gone. Oh, J, all the things I should have said, except I was too old and craggy and surly and just tight. I was too tight. Now, I'm gonna just miss your caramel-brown skin."

Agent K: I'll wing something.

Agent J: There's no such thing as time travel.

Agent O: Well, there is.

Agent J: No. There's not. Because if there were, a class-one senior agent such as myself would have been made aware of it, wouldn't he have?

Agent O: Were it not classified and way above his pay grade.

Agent J: You know what? I need a pay raise.

1969 NYPD Cop #1: Where did you get the car?

1969 NYPD Cop #2: And the suit?

Agent J: I stole them both.

Agent J: [to Cop 1] Uh, car from your wife...

Agent J: [to Cop 2] ... suit from your grandmother.

Agent K: I promised the secrets of the universe, nothing more.

Agent J: [on phone] Well, what other secrets are there?

[from trailer]

Young Agent K: Okay, future man, where to?

Agent J: First of all, I'm gonna need my gun.

[K gives J a pistol]

Agent J: No no no, space gun!

Agent J: I was on my way to my girlfriend's house.

Young Agent K: What's your girlfriend's name?

Agent J: Shh...

[pauses, thinking]

Agent J: Darren.

Young Agent K: Schdarren?

[J is able to rewind time and evade Boris's attack]

Boris The Animal: It's not possible...

Agent J: Let's agree to disagree!

[knocks Boris into a jet blast]

Boris The Animal: [falling] IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!

Young Agent K: You said we don't talk, right? Go ahead, ask me any question. Anything you want, just as long as it doesn't have to do with the case... just let her rip.

Agent J: What's up with you and O?

Young Agent K: Me and O?

Agent J: Yeah, you and O.

Young Agent K: All right, all right... all right, this is it. A while back, I was assigned to keep tabs on a musician, Mick Jagger. He was in this British group, Rolling Stones...

Agent J: Rings a bell.

Young Agent K: We believed he's on the planet to breed with Earth women, so I was in London and that's when I met O. She's smart, funny... great smile and we find ourselves in this pub, Whistler's Bar, warm beer and the worst food you ever ate. We just played darts till the sun came up, neither of us wanted to leave...

Agent J: What the hell happened to you, man?

Young Agent K: I don't know, it hasn't happened yet? Come on, what about you slick? In the future you got yourself a girl?

Agent J: I got you!

Griffin: Sir, if I may...

[touches the Colonel's arm]

Colonel: [watches Apollo 11 take off] Ain't that a sight.

Young Agent K: You want to see more, there's an job opening for you in our agency.

Colonel: I wish I could...

Young Agent K: Why don't you come with me to Room 43 for one final enquiry: an eye exam.

Agent J: [at Room 43] That's not an eye exam... that's a big-ass neuralyzer!

Young Agent K: You sure have a lot of information for a fella who doesn't know anything.

Agent O: Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to.

Agent J: It's funny, K said exactly the same thing.

Agent O: He's a very wise man.

Agent J: [re: the Colonel] Hey, you did your future thing on him. What did you show him?

Griffin: Only what he needed to see.

[from trailer]

Agent K: There are things out there you don't need to know about.

Agent J: That's not the lie you told me when you recruited me!

[from trailer]

Agent J: [to K] I am getting too old for this. I can only imagine how YOU feel.

Boris The Animal: I win! I'm better than me.

Young Agent K: [Blows off Boris's arm]

Colonel: Where's your partner?

Young Agent K: He's fine, he went back home.

Colonel: How's that work?

Young Agent K: You got me!

Boris The Animal: Let's rewrite history, shall we, K?

[about to be neuralyzed]

Agent J: K, if you see Boris tomorrow, kill him! Don't arrest him, just kill him!

[facing a squad of prison guards]

Boris The Animal: It's cold in here. Mind if I open a window?

[blasts a hole in the prison wall, causing a vortex]

Andy Warhol: [about J] Who's that guy? Okay, don't tell me he's your new partner.

Young Agent K: Actually, he's my old partner. He travelled back from the future to save the planet...

Andy Warhol: Jesus! Stop, don't tell me. I don't wanna know.

Griffin: Oh, dear. I forgot about this part...

[gets captured by Boris]

Agent K: There are things out there you don't need to know about.

Agent J: That's not the lie you told me when you recruited me!

Agent K: I promised the secrets of the universe, nothing more.

Agent J: [on phone] Well, what other secrets are there?

Agent K: Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to.

Jeffrey Price: Do not lose that time device or you will be stuck in 1969! It wasn't the best time for your people. I'm just saying. It's a lot cooler, now.

Agent J: How will I know if it works?

Jeffrey Price: You'll either know or you won't.

[heading upstairs to The Factory, J and K pass two models]

Young Agent K: For such an ungainly species, they've really thrived here on Earth.

Agent J: Yeah, I was an agent for three years before I realized all models were aliens. Found out the hard way...

[from trailer]

Agent J: Knuckles, you know you're not supposed to be north of Canal Street!

Hood: Who's Knuckles?

[a graffiti drawing comes to life in front of the hood]

Knuckles: Relax, punk. They're looking for me, not you!

Agent J: Crazy, right? Two grown men talking to the wall, wall talking back? It's a mess. Hey, don't even worry about it.

[flashes the neuralyzer]

Coney Island Hippie: Far out!

[touches Boris' motorcycle]

Boris The Younger: If you want to keep that, I wouldn't.

Coney Island Flower Child: Make love, not war!

Boris The Younger: I prefer to do both.

Warhol Girl: Andy, Yoko's here to see you.

Andy Warhol: [under his breath] Oh Yoko.

[in character]

Andy Warhol: Tell her I'm filming this man eating a hamburger, it's... transcendent. Okay, now the pickle!

[from trailer]

Agent J: Who are we?

Agent K: We are no-one. Our mission is to monitor extraterrestrial activity on Earth.

Agent O: Somehow history has been rewritten. There has to be a reason this is happening, and K seems to be in the center of it.

Coney Island Flower Child: Hey, make love, not war.

Boris The Animal: I prefer to do both.

[arriving in 1969]

Boris The Animal: I feel younger already.

Boris The Animal: [to K] You don't know it, but you are already dead!

[K handles an old cellphone]

Agent J: That's a big phone. Don't hold it up to your head!

[Lily holds on to Boris so as not to get sucked into space]

Boris The Animal: Sorry, darling. We did love the cake.

[lets go of Lily]

Agent J: [to K] Look, man, promise me that if my time comes you will give me a better speech than what you did for Z...

Agent J: You know, we been doing some pretty smart stuff over the past day or so, how about we do something stupid? Let's go get some pie!

[first lines]

Prison Guard #1: Well, well, Boris the Animal has a visitor. I guess one every 40 years is okay.

[from trailer]

[at the top of the Chrysler Building]

Jeffrey Price: [hands J a device] Here, take this, and all you have to do is jump.

Agent J: You want me to jump?

Jeffrey Price: Time jump!

Agent J: [looks at an alien fish] Ooh. You look like you come from the planet... Damn.

Young Agent K: We'll take it from here!

Jeffrey Price: This is the real deal. Time-jump gear. Very rare, very old. But first, we gotta get high.

Agent J: Hey. No.

Jeffrey Price: No. No, I mean, really high.

[cut to the top of the Chrysler Building]

Agent K: [holds up alien] Who's this Splky Bulba for?

Mr. Wu: Nobody...

[K hits him]

Agent J: Boris! Boris the Animal!

Boris The Animal: [lunges] IT'S JUST BORIS!

Obadiah Price: Boris! Boris the Animal! We had a deal, remember?

Boris The Animal: Obadiah Price... yes, I did make you a promise.

[repeated line]

Agent K: [Cross-checking Agent J while driving] Did you lose something over here hondo?

Andy Warhol: K, you've got to fake my death. I can't listen to sitar music anymore!

Young Agent K: All right, I'll see what I can do. I'll talk to X.


Andy Warhol: K, I can't tell the women from the men!

Agent O: There was a spree of time-travel in the 1960s. It caused issues all over the continuum! So we imprisoned its handler, Obadiah Price, and had it wiped out completely.

Agent J: [looks at a shawarma stall] I can see something wriggling in there!

[from trailer]

Agent J: [at a costume party] Is there anybody here who is NOT an alien?

Mr. Wu: Come on, K, I got larva to feed!

Mom: [J has gone to K's apartment] Can I help you?

Agent J: Uh... K?

Mom: 5K.

Agent J: I'm sorry, is that chocolate milk?

[Jay takes a cup of chocolate milk from the daughter and drinks it]

Little Chocolate Milk Girl: Mommy, the President is drinking my milk.

Agent J: [Handing the empty cup back] I'm sorry.

Little Chocolate Milk Girl: He didn't say please.

[from trailer]

Young Agent K: [unfolds space bike] They have these in the future?

Agent J: That's what I'm talking about!

Young Agent K: [while pursuing Boris] Hey, slick! In the future, we ever done the Texas Two-Step?

Agent J: Yes, sir!

[proceeds to distract Boris the Animal]

Boris The Animal: [meeting his younger self] You pathetic waste of Boglodite flesh! I'd kill you right now if I didn't value my own life.

Boris the Younger: Who are *you*?

Boris The Animal: Look at you... Every mistake I've ever made, just waiting to happen.

Boris the Younger: What happened to my arm?

Boris The Animal: You lose it. Shot off by a human.

Boris the Younger: No human could defeat me!

Boris The Animal: You spend the next forty years in prison, chained up like an animal!

Boris the Younger: No prison can hold me!

Boris The Animal: They built one especially *for* us, on the moon.

Boris the Younger: No human has been to the moon, so they cannot have built it there already!

Boris The Animal: Stop arguing! You could avoid all of that if you'd just listen to me!

Boris the Younger: *You* were defeated! *You* let it get shot off! That wasn't me, that was *you*!

[they roar at each other]

Boris The Animal: [calming himself] What's your plan?

Boris the Younger: Prevent the Arc Net from being deployed, kill anyone who tries!

Boris The Animal: Good plan; didn't work. With my help, we'll get the Arc Net, kill Agent K; the invasion will be successful; and we'll get to keep both of our ar...

[notices his younger self staring at his stump]

Boris The Animal: STOP STARING AT IT! Listen...

Agent J: You helped Boris the Animal time jump.

[J cocks his weapon]

Jeffrey Price: Whoa, whoa, okay, I had to! That dude's a freak!

Agent J: He killed my partner! I want to know when and where you sent him.

Jeffrey Price: What, you think I keep, like, a log book?

[He glances down at the counter and winces. J looks down and flips open Jeffrey's log book]

Agent J: [reads] "Target vector: July 16, 1969."

[at the entrance to the Factory]

Funky 60's Dude: Password?

Agent J: Hey, look, funky 60's dude, we don't have a lot of time...

Young Agent K: Janis Joplin.

[the Dude opens the door]

[as K and J leave MiB together]

Agent X: Agent K, what is that man still doing here?

Young Agent K: [referring to the neuralyzer] Think I might have cooked him too long, I'd better walk him out.

Agent J: [in childish voice, proudly] I put on my pants.

[through Griffin's eyes, J and K see the last game of the 1969 World Series]

Agent J: Wait, this game doesn't happen 'til October.

Griffin: Oh, it's always October, November, March... so many futures, and they're all real, just don't know which one will coalesce. Until then, they're all happening. Like this one, it's my favorite moment in human history. All the things that have to converge for the Mets to win the World Series. They were in last place every single season until they won it all.

Young Agent K: You said you had a gift for us?

Griffin: That baseball, for instance, thrown for the last out of Game 5, manufactured in 1962 by the Spalding Factory of Chicopee, Massachusetts, was aerodynamically flawed, due to the horse hide being improperly tanned because Sheila, the tanner's wife, left him for a Puerto Rican golf pro that Sunday...

Agent J: [signals "time out" with his hands] Uh, the gift?

Griffin: Oh, oh, yes, of course, it's in the box. It's the surprise. To protect the Earth, it's the shield.

Agent J: Shield... Arcanan... Arc-Net! That's what you did! You put up the Arc-Net.

Young Agent K: How did I do that?

Griffin: When that ball is pitched to Davey Johnson - who only became a baseball player because his father couldn't find a football to give him for his eighth birthday - it hits his bat two micrometers too high, causing him to pop out to Cleon Jones - who would have been born Clara, a statistical typist, if his parents didn't have an extra glass of wine that night before going to bed.

[Jones catches the ball, ending the game in victory for the Mets]

Agent J: [after returning to the present] What do you know and what do you don't know?

Agent K: How the hell do I know what I don't know?

Agent J: [after returning to the present] Did we go to Wu's last night?

Agent K: Yeah.

Agent J: Boglodites?

Agent K: Been extinct for forty years.

Agent J: Perfect!

Agent J: Did we talk on the phone last night?

Agent K: You hung up on me.

Agent J: Well, that was on account of some of those secrets you mentioned.

[places his father's watch on the counter]

Agent J: And it was because I realized that last night... was a long, long time ago. And really, I just want to say thank you.

Agent K: [smiles] It's been my privilege.

Agent J: You know, there's a really high possibility now that I might know some things you don't know.

Agent K: I doubt it.

Agent J: I bet I know what went on between you and O.

Agent K: She's a very fine lady, but you know the rules: there's no fraternizing among agents.

Agent J: I think y'all might have fraternized once or twice...

[the Colonel guides K and J to the top of Apollo 11]

Young Agent K: Thank you, Colonel.

Colonel: [shakes K's hand] Some job you got there.

Agent J: [shakes the Colonel's hand] Thanks, man. Hey, what did Griffin show you back there?

Colonel: [smiles] He showed me how important you are. You and your partner.

Young Agent K: Griffin, right? Hey, we're here...

Griffin: Because of Boris the Animal.

Young Agent K: Correct. We believe he may be coming...

Griffin: Coming to kill me, yes. He'll be here in two minutes, unless of course we're in the possible future where he made all the lights on Bowery and got here early and is just about to discharge a weapon through the doorway, in which case we're all dead in two seconds.

[pause. They all look at the door]

Griffin: ...Ah, good. That was a close one.

Griffin: [spots a butterfly] Oh, dear. This is the one where Boris is coming through that door in twelve, eleven, ten...

[K turns to the door, drawing his weapon]

Griffin: Wait! Did you have chocolate milk this morning?

Agent J: ...Yes.

Griffin: [winces] Cindy.

[There is a sound of breaking glass, one of the models turns toward the window, and is impaled through the forehead by one of Boris's spikes]