Josh McDermitt: Eugene Porter

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Eugene Porter

[Eugene tells Rosita that he still has to live with the decisions he makes after saving the world]
Dr. Eugene Porter: If Glenn and Tara were still alive and there were no significant delays and they continued traveling at approximately three miles per hour and I timed it correctly in my head, they might be somewhere around here.
Rosita Espinosa: Those two are not the priority. The only priority is getting you to Washington.
Dr. Eugene Porter: After I save the world, I still have to live with myself. I'm not leaving them behind.

[Tara finds a penny on the ground while walking with Eugene on the train tracks]
Dr. Eugene Porter: Oh, hell, yeah. Score. A few more of those, a little aluminum foil and some bleach, you got yourself some volts, sister. Homemade battery.
Tara Chambler: Here.
Dr. Eugene Porter: For reals? You don't want it?
Tara Chambler: For reals.
Dr. Eugene Porter: Much obliged.

[Eugene says goodbye to Glenn and Tara for if they don't see each other again]
Dr. Eugene Porter: You're both good people. I have to say that you are seriously hot, Tara.
Tara Chambler: Yeah, I like girls.
Dr. Eugene Porter: [Eugene pauses] I'm well aware of that.

[first lines]
Dr. Eugene Porter: [Eugene and Tara walk together as Eugene talks about the undead dinosaurs] He's a persistent son of a bitch, saving the world is just more important. I'm well aware it sounds bananas. But looking at the fossil record, knowing what I know about this infection, you cannot say for certain it isn't what killed off the dinosaurs. Now, do I believe that's what happened? No. But it's enjoyable as hell to think about an undead ankylosaur going after a diplodocus. That there is a video game worth a pre-order.

[Eugene keeps talking while him and Tara walk along the train tracks]
Dr. Eugene Porter: Speaking of video games, what kind of gamer were you? RPGs, shmup, sim racing?

[Eugene says pleads with Rosita for the map]
Dr. Eugene Porter: I guided us here from Houston to northern Georgia without incident.
Sgt. Abraham Ford: I wouldn't say without incident.
Dr. Eugene Porter: Minimal incident. Navigation-wise, at least.
Dr. Eugene Porter: [as Eugene looks to Rosita's eyes] Please? I cannot abide a reality where you are the chosen navigator over a son of the South who has successfully negotiated the travails and vagaries of journeys both real and virtual.
[Rosita gives Eugene the map]

[Rosita starts feeling lost with Eugene as her navigator in the minivan]
Dr. Eugene Porter: Turn left up here.
Rosita Espinosa: This is the third left turn you've made me make in the last five minutes. You're lost.
Dr. Eugene Porter: I'm not. Turn left.
Rosita Espinosa: [Rosita turns left] If you're lost, please just tell me. The gas in this tank is worth more than your ego.
Dr. Eugene Porter: [Eugene starts rolling up the passenger window] If you want to talk fuel efficiency, we could talk...
Rosita Espinosa: We are not rolling up the windows. It smells like a damn carcass in here.

[Abraham wakes up to see that Rosita and Eugene stopped their minivan on the road]
Sgt. Abraham Ford: [Abraham wakes up] Son of a bitch! Why the hell are we stopped?
Dr. Eugene Porter: [about Glenn and Tara] If they made it out of that tunnel, they'd be somewhere around here.
Sgt. Abraham Ford: You're kidding me, right?
Sgt. Abraham Ford: [Abraham looks to Rosita] What's your problem?
Rosita Espinosa: My problem?
Sgt. Abraham Ford: [Abraham shouts] You're the one in the driver's seat. You're the one who put your damn foot on the brake.
Rosita Espinosa: [Rosita looks to Eugene] He told me to stop.
Sgt. Abraham Ford: [Abraham yells] You don't stop! You never stop!

[Eugene tells the group that their minivan won't get the eight of them to Washington]
Dr. Eugene Porter: I can't imagine we'd have better luck with that grocery grabber we picked up.