Wyatt Logan: Security's pretty tight. I don't know how we're gonna get into the show with no tickets, which are sold out.
Lucy Preston: Why don't we call in a bomb threat? They'll shut it down. Clear out JFK.
[spotting two black hotel employees, Rufus leaves and returns]
Wyatt Logan: For once, I know where the son of a bitch is gonna be. I'm taking Flynn out at the show tonight.
Lucy Preston: Okay, so how do you plan on keeping the president and a dozen other celebrities safe?
Wyatt Logan: Saving history is your job. Mine is Flynn.
Lucy Preston: What, so you just get to make this call? No debate?
Wyatt Logan: No, there's no debate.
Rufus Carlin: Guys, I got uniforms. We can get in.
Wyatt Logan: What? How did you...?
Rufus Carlin: 'Cause in '62, I'm pretty much invisible. It's my superpower.
Lucy Preston: [holding up what looks like a negligee] Really? You couldn't have found me a thong?
Rufus Carlin: It's a cigarette girl's uniform. Hey, I didn't invent Vegas.
Lucy Preston: Well, go back and invent me a waitress uniform.
Rufus Carlin: Got it.
