— Hey, what's going on?
— Gwen, get dressed.
— Who the hell are you?
— Hey, I don't know what's going on. You're supposed to be guarding the boss's daughter, not screwing her.
— Well, I didn't sleep with her.
— No?
— No. I mean, yes, I slept with her many times.
— Jimmy!
— That wasn't me. That was the old me. I just got here 20 seconds ago.
— Really? Then what happened to your clothes?
— My... Oh. Would you believe me if I told you I was sent here from the future?
— Get out of here, sweetheart. Yeah. We're gonna take care of this comedian.
— No, you're not. You're gonna give me the keys to your car and some money for gas... or you're gonna wake up in the hospital. Trust me, I know how these things play out.
— Oh. Because you're from the future?
— No. Because of these.
— What the hell?
— God damn it!... Peaceful thoughts.