"Lauria Mae, tell me who hurt you, sugar."

"Laura Mae, honey, you tell the the nice police officer how you fell out of the ol' sycamore you was climbin' in Mr. Jones' back yard -- her daddy told me the whole story when I got home from my shift this afternoon."

"Ms. Gants, my physical examination, as requested by the hospital emergency room intake social worker, indicated that not only was Laura Mae bruised all over, her broken six-year-old body has been used in ways no six year old should ever have the utter misfortune of being abused."

"Mama, I'm sorry Mama, I tried to be a good girl and keep quiet so he could sleep till you got home, but he slammed my door open and said my cartoons was too loud and I was a bad girl for waking him up and deserved every thing he done to me and he wouldn't stop even though I couldn't stop crying even when he said to stop crying like a baby 'cause I was a big girl and big girl's get beat and poked when they's bad and I better keep my mouth shut or else you was gonna be mad too and you and him was gonna send me away to a place for bad girls, but Mama, it hurts so bad, please don't be mad at me, Mama, I'm sorry, Mama."

A: ‘Medical department reports only a few minor injuries, sir: otherwise, it seems to have been a successful first jump, though the quantum capacitors will take at least an hour to recharge.’

B: ‘Hmm - hell of a rough maiden voyage, though...Activate the view-screen: let’s see what the England of 2022, 65 years ago, really looked like.’

C: ‘Wait, Captain - the space-time coordinates aren’t as predicted: still Earth, yes - but we’re on the north coast of the Yucatan peninsula, Mexico, not the quad of St Ignatius, Oxford - and the temporal beam is off by a factor of…One million!’

D: ‘Sir, the external monitor’s picking up something…A perturbation in the upper atmosphere - a vast object, perhaps 10 klicks in diameter - rate of descent - 20 kilometres per second - vector…Cap’n, it’s headin’ right for us!’

"You know, this one was actually quite a good read."

"Hush, Hugh! You want the chancellor to hear you?! Jameson, you're not going to say anything?!" spat Bryant.

"Settle, you two. Here's a light. Pile's starting to fizzle out and we've got a truckload to work through by midnight. And take it easy, Bryant. Chancellor's barely heard his own farts in seven years. Chamber bombing nearly took him out. Not that he wasn't already one foot in the grave before then. Man's a relic. Don't know how the council still lets him pass laws. Say, Sam! Bring another cart up this way."

"Sure thing, boss. Got a couple of bins of some real weird stuff I've been waitin' to send up. Couple of the guys call 'em fan-fictionals? Somethin' like that. Sure gives me the willies."

Kirk: "Hugh assigned the four of us to go to the SliceClaws game in the next couple of weeks, based on a tip that someone is attacking others with hockey related powers."

Doug: "Sounds good, my brother and I are looking forward to teaming up with you and Serenity!"

Dirk: "Serenity, I feel like I've met you somewhere before...."

Serenity: "Yeah, you must be referring to the time on the Shyran Park basketball court where you told me that you were God's gift to mankind, and that it would be my privilege to hook up with you!"

The Father - I woke up, fed my son as fast as I could, and was thrilled as I saw him heading for the bus, thinking of the wonderful, peaceful seven hours I would get before he get back home.

The Bus Driver - I woke up and downed a bowl of Tito’s and Cheerios, the whole time thinking of the headache he would have from being locked in a bus with twenty screaming brats for forty-five minutes.

The Teacher - I woke up from a dreadful dream filled with math and science problems, drank three cups of coffee, and came into school for what THEY think is hell on earth, thinking: ‘God, I can’t get away from them fast enough!’

The Kid - I woke up to a great bowl of cereal; looked over my shoulder as Dad waved goodbye to me from the door (‘he is going to miss me sooo much’); got off from the bus smiling (‘the bus driver was super-amused by my yelling and jokes today’); and after I finished the last class of the day (‘she had even more fun than us today, she is going to be so bored until tomorrow’), I got home, saw Dad at the door (‘he has been waiting all day for me, his best friend’) and thought to myself… WE GET TO DO THIS ALL OVER TOMORROW :)

Officer One: “They found her under the bridge with a red bow tied around her ankle.”

Woman: “Does the bow carry any significance?”

Officer Two: “Not that we are aware of. We were hoping it might mean something to one of you.”

Man: “Our daughter was a bit of a runaway. That is, I mean to say, we really didn’t see very much of her. She never shared much personal information. We have failed her. I can’t believe this has happened. The red flags were there. We just didn’t see them. Now, our little girl is a corpse and the red bow is a memorial to our oversights.”

(in the Ukraine people talking with each other about the dire situation)

Olga said, “My heart is sickened with woe.”

Marko answered her and said, “There is a balm in Gilead, they say it heals all souls.”

Mykola asked, “How does this balm from Gilead work to heal those sick from woe?”

Iryna told them, “Love is a balm for those suffering and in need, love bares all, endures all and encompasses all.”

Bonus: extra points if you guess the point I put in this