THE
OUTLAW
BY GUY
MULLALLY
MARGUERITE: What are you looking at?
ROXTON: Oh, I was looking at you and
thinking that we don’t do enough of this.
MARGUERITE: What, walk around prehistoric
jungles for days on end looking for a way out?
ROXTON: Yeah, something like that.
MARGUERITE: We might as well make sure it
actually leads somewhere.
ROXTON: Alone with you in the dark; that
could lead somewhere.
ROXTON: When it gets red hot, you press it
against the wound and you hold it there until it seals the blood vessels, you
understand?
MARGUERITE: I can’t do it.
ROXTON: Come on, it’s going to hurt me a
lot more than it hurts you.
MARGUERITE: I’m sorry.
ROXTON: You know, I really think you mean
that.
ROXTON: You saved my life.
MARGUERITE: You promised to save me from
the hangman, so…
ROXTON: Oh, is that the only reason?
MARGUERITE: No.
THEY KISS
ROXTON: Oh, I should get shot more often.
MARGUERITE: What exactly is normal to you?
GRAY: Towns, farms, villages much like
this one. Ignorant peasants going about
their daily lives secure in the knowledge that people like me are watching over
them, keeping order.
MARGUERITE: Normal sounds pretty horrible
to me.
VERONICA: She was quite a woman.
ROXTON: That she was but let’s not forget
who got us out of that little jam.
CHALLENGER: No, quite right. Without Marguerite we might still be living
back there.
MALONE: I think we owe you a debt of
gratitude.
MARGUERITE: Never thought I’d live to hear
it.
DINOSAURS ROAR IN THE DISTANCE
CHALLENGER: Sounds like everything’s back
to normal.
MARGUERITE: Yes, well, normal sounds
horrible to me.