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Oh my God, it was great.

You should've seen-- I mean, it was great.

This thing-- no, no, no, this weird thing,

this big weird thing just right here,

just out of-- came out of nowhere-- "Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Quinn!

I think I just knocked out the power.

Good morning Northern California.

"Day Tripper" with you. What are you doing still in bed,

will you tell me that? I can understand the people in San Francisco--

don't get me wrong-- but you folks in the East Bay,

you folks on the peninsula, you've got jobs.

Come on, let's get going, let's get hopping.

Special show for you today here with the Day Tripper.

All morning long, our first annual

"Miss Nude Feminist Pageant." I'm serious.

Very angry gals coming in all morning long to take their tops off.

You got to stay tuned. You don't want to miss a minute.

- Morning, Mom. - Morning.

I got to fly. I got a million things--

Eat.

You're too much like your father.

Up all night, working crazy hours.

Look what happened to him. He worked himself to death.

Mom, Dad was hit by a car.

But he was on his way to work.

That's my point. He had too much on his mind.

Better than too little.

Is that the same shirt you had on yesterday?

What? I took a shower.

Young man, there's a clean pile of laundry on the dryer.

Run downstairs and pick something.

It's about time you got to those.

That pile's been on my floor for a week.

When are you going to make up my room?

You watch it, buster!

Two more semesters and I'm turning this place into a bed and breakfast.

I got dibs on the basement.

That's the only reason you're not on the streets already.

It would take years to get rid of all that junk.

September 13th -- my attempt to create

the world's first anti-gravity device

has taken a decidedly bizarre turn.

Anti-grav, uh-uh. Something else, definitely.

But what?

Whoo!

September 21st.

After days of careful analysis,

I've come to the conclusion that the center of the ring

could be the mouth of a tunnel

or a gateway to another existence.

Quinn, don't you have class today?

You know, Michael, I worry about that kid sometimes.

He's too smart for his own good.

Who are you talking to?

Your father and I were having a private conversation.

Tell him I said hi.

Yes.

- Bye, Mom. - Bye.

It's time to overthrow the chains of capitalist oppression.

Communism will sweep the world

and the days of the U.S. imperialist war machine

are numbered!

Take heed, boy.

Join the revolution or suffer the consequences!

Thanks for the warning!

As even the most intellectually impoverished physicist knows,

the largest symmetry group of a single Dirac field is...?

The silence is deafening.

Oh, come along, come along!

You're supposed to be the brightest of the bright,

the best there is. You are my students.

Miss Thackery?

Montague?

Mr. Wing?

Mr. Mallory,

I have devoted many years of my life

honing my considerable intelligence

so that I could impart a subject this complex with lucidity.

You might at least do me the courtesy, sir,

to pretend that you are listening to me.

I won't even bother to ask you the answer, which is,

my dear babes in the wood,

U4.

That's U4, Mr. Bennish,

not U2.

Ladies and gentlemen, you disappoint me.

This intellectual torpor may be sufficient

to earn you a job in some disaster-prone part of the world

like Chernobyl or NASA,

but it won't cut the mustard with me.

I should've gone to law school like my old man wanted.

This relativistic quantum pop cosmology is such a mindwarper.

If you ask me, Professor Arturo's not nearly as smart as he thinks he is.

Oh! The man should be a Nobel Laureate

for his theory on coset wormholes and Kaehler orbifolds.

And I just read his thesis on Chiral field anomalies -- it's killer.

That's not on the class list, is it?

Nah, just a little light reading.

Look, there's really no sense

in dropping $20,000 on this system right now.

I'd wait a month.

The CD-ROM seek rates are still in the 130 millisecond range,

there's tons of screen flicker

and the new Pentium controller chips from Intel

will make these MX 480s obsolete.

Now I know I'll be back.

Why don't you two poke around here? I'll be back in a minute.

All right.

Hi, Quinn.

Hey, I scored those hockey tickets.

Oh, great.

My ex-boyfriend's got connections.

I can't believe he actually got jealous.

He thinks that I'm going on some hot date. Funny, huh?

Wade!

Uh-oh, watch it.

"Mr. Computer Boy's" on the warpath.

Ah, Mallory, how good of you to join us.

And only nine minutes late this time.

God, will wonders never cease?

$20,000 just walked out the front door.

So, next month they'll spend 50 on the 680s.

She's right, Michael, I told you not to order those things.

Every single hard drive has crashed.

Hey, don't get smart with me.

This computer store pays your rent, mister.

If it weren't for my mistakes, you'd be out of a job.

Oh.

One missing piece.

You'd think after three months I'd be able to crack it.

Some genius.

But while searching for the answer,

accidents may happen.

Amazing accidents.

September 25th.

For three days, I've been sending objects into the void--

a paper airplane, Rubik's Cube,

even my T-Rex.

I figured the carnivore could take care of himself.

All vanished without a trace.

Last night I perfected a timing device,

designed to return things from wherever it is they're going.

I sent another object in...

19 minutes, 40 seconds ago,

with the timer set on 20 minutes.

With any luck it should be returning...

right about... now!

And the crowd goes crazy.

Mm-mm!

September 26th --

I've been thinking about sending "Schrodinger" through.

First cat into the void.

But if anything were to happen,

I know I couldn't live with that.

Still, the need to know overwhelms the human instinct for self-preservation.

Of course, sending the camera is the logical choice,

but the electrical field nukes the picture.

So...

Tomorrow morning, I myself will step through the gate,

and finally see what's on the other side.

September 27th -- well, here goes nothing.

I've set the timer for 15 minutes,

but, Mom, in the event something goes wrong and I don't return,

this is a message for you.

I want you to know that I love you very much,

and I hope you understand that I have to do this.

Try not to worry.

You know me -- wherever I am, I'm probably having a blast.

Oh, and don't throw out any of my stuff.

Who knows? I might make it back one day.

See you soon, Schrodinger!

I hope.

Oh, no.

I don't believe this.

Quinn?

Honey, don't you have class today?

I'm a failure, Schrodinger.

I'm right back where I started.

I have been skeptical

about this scientific theory, so-called, about "global cooling,"

but I don't know, maybe it's true.

The air conditioning has got this studio so cold right now,

no wonder nobody wants to come in here topless.

What are you, blind?

It's a green light, for crying out loud!

This is kind of sad.

This is the day when the very last CD rolls off the assembly line.

I say "roll off"-- I don't know how they get off it.

Apparently they just weren't selling. The vinyl LP won the battle,

and vinyl, ladies and gentlemen, is here to stay.

Hey, everybody, it's crazy.

Did you see this in the paper this morning?

Jack Kennedy does not want to run for another term.

I can understand this, people.

If you start the day in bed with Marilyn,

that's where you want to spend the day.

Weird, "Tripper." Weird, and not real funny.

Hey, come on!

What's your problem?