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                                   ❝If they wanted to make me feel useful,                                               they wouldn’t have made me work with you.❞

"You can fly?" Joan inquired with genuine curiosity and aw. "Technology of the future is captivant.”

            "It is. Though this is not what today                  could be called 'the future', I'm afraid."

               ” Oh well. Welcome to the American Museum of Natural History. Don’t think they told me about getting Smithsonian exhibits recently … not that it’s a bad thing of course. ”

         "Well, perhaps you should be more              informed next time, Mr. Daley."

"You wouldn’t happen to have a knack for adventure, would you?"

               "I always am, sir."

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❝ If you thought I’d leave, you were wrong. ❞

“ Plain? What does land have anything to do with flying?”

             "Oh, no. I'm talking about a flying machine."

               ” Amelia? I thought you were back at the Smithsonian … ”

              "Well, it seems like I'll be here for a few months."

❝ There's not a man or a woman, not matter how fit he or she may be, who is capable of carrying the entire world on their shoulders. ❞

        "It's nice to see you, too, mr. Daley.          I believe Dr. McPhee could answer your          question better than I. I will probably          be around for a few months."

          “ If mortals can truly             soar, where are your             wings?” 

          "My wings are at my plane                        where they belong."

            “I suppose it is if that’s the way you think              about it. Everyone has a different definition              for it. Oh, you know—full of dead people.              But as dead as it was, it was fairly lively.”

         "So, you 'borrowed' the tablet to bring your            army of men with bird heads back to life. Is            that how you define it? It could have been            worse. At least you were not alone in there."