Twelve Monkeys

You know what crazy is? Crazy is majority rules. Take germs, for example. Uh-huh. Eighteenth century: no such thing, nada, nothing. No one ever imagined such a thing. No sane person. Along comes this doctor, uh, Semmelweis, Semmelweis. Semmelweis comes along. He's trying to convince people, other doctors mainly, that's there's these teeny tiny invisible bad things called germs that get into your body and make you sick. He's trying to get doctors to wash their hands. What is this guy? Crazy? Teeny, tiny, invisible? What do they call it? Uh-uh, germs? Huh? What? Now, up to the 20th century — last week, as a matter of fact, before I got dragged into this hellhole — I go in to order a burger at this fast-food joint, and the guy drops it on the floor. James, he picks it up, he wipes it off, he hands it to me like it's all OK. "What about the germs?" I say. He says "I don't believe in germs. Germs is a plot made up so they could sell disinfectants and soaps." Now he's crazy, right? See? Ah! Ah!

Wiping out the human race? That's a great idea. That's great.

Look, hey — if all of these nuts could just make phone calls, they could spread insanity, oozing through telephone cables.

Here's my theory on that. When I was institutionalized, my brain was studied inexhaustibly in the guise of mental health. I was interrogated, x-rayed. I was examined thoroughly. They took everything about me and put it into a computer where they created a model of my mind. Yes! Using that model, they managed to generate every thought I could possibly have in the next ten years, which they then filtered through a probability matrix of some kind... to determine everything I was gonna do in that period. So you see, she knew I was gonna lead the Army of the
Twelve Monkeys into history...

She couldn't turn back time, thank you, Einstein. Now he, he was nuts. He was a fruitcake, Jim!