"I'm sorry to interfere, James, but the machine in question has already, I'm afraid, been invented. It's called the helicopter. "
"Merde! It looks like everything possible – and impossible, too! – has already been invented these days! And I thought I had actually managed to work out something of use! Better for Hook if he had never been…"
"JAMES, STOP THIS PERPETUAL LAMENTING AT ONCE!"
"Pardon, my beauty, but I do still feel out of place. Do not forget that when I – ah- disappeared from London, it was 1685. Then – allez!- I am here again, and it's second decade of the twentieth century, and nothing is the same – not even food!"
"However, mon capitaine, it could have been worse. In fact, morals are much more liberal these days. To think you might have returned in Queen Victoria's times.."
"Well, looks like I managed to simply have skipped the most great and most notorious era in English history. Pathetic, indeed…"
"Now, dearest, don't fret. You know quite well that I don't quite fit in today's so-called mainstream either."
"How so? You are a working woman, independent enough, not to mention your being rather outspoken…"
"Oh, you wicked! We are NOT discussing each other's character flaws now, or someone is really going to suffer from my comments! I was just saying I don't like knee-length dresses, I'm not going to get a haircut anytime soon, I'm not a big fan of either sports or driving a car, and I don't care for jazz. Not to mention I abhor the idea of having a different partner every weekend. So you see, I'm not a modern woman either."
"And I am very much glad of it, my lady!"
" Moreover, James, I recently heard a quote from one of foreign poets, Russian, I guess, which says : " I have a right not to be my own contemporary." And it's my point that it goes for both of us."
"Quite true, darling. Happily so, indeed."
"Besides, the author was a woman, bu the way!"