Daily Dialogue — September 30, 2016

K: How's it goin'?
GRIFFIN: Goin'? How's it goin'? Oh, that depends. For me, personally, it's good. Things are good. See, unless, of course, we're in the possible future where the muscle boy near the door gets into an argument with his girlfriend, which causes her to storm away and bump into the guy carrying the stuffed mushrooms, who then dumps the tray onto those sailors on leave and a shoving match breaks out and they crash into the coffee table here, in which case I gotta move my plate like right now. (Retrieves his plate just in time) Or, if it's the possible future in which the pastrami sandwich I'm eating causes me gastric distress. But, thankfully, your friend, sir, will offer some of the antacids he carries in his right pocket, so, good, I'll be good. Except in the case of the possible future where I have to leave in two and a half minutes just before he has the chance to offer me the antacids, so, on the whole I'd have to say not good. I am not good.

GRIFFIN: May I see your watch?
J: Oh, it is seven eightee—
GRIFFIN: No, no, no, your other watch, the one your father gave you.
J: How do you know about my father's watch?
GRIFFIN: Oh, dear. This is the one where Roman is dead and the gentlemen at the bowling alley— so much death. Such an infinitesimally small chance for success.
J: K!
K: Griffin, right? Hey, we're here—
GRIFFIN: —because of Boris the Animal.
K: Correct. We believe he may be com—
GRIFFIN: —coming to kill me. Yes, he'll be here in two minutes. Unless, of course, we're in the possible future where made all the lights on Bowery and got here early, and is just about to discharge a weapon from the doorway, in which case we're all dead in two seconds.

They all watch the door in anticipation.

GRIFFIN: Ah, good, that was a close one.
J: Fine. K, I need a space gun.
GRIFFIN: The Boglodites consume any planet their path— mine, Roman's, the Parlaxians'. I tried to stop them, but if we can stop them here, if we can deny them Earth, we can stop them forever. They'll starve before they can reach the next planet. It's…sixty three seconds.
K: How do we do that? Stop 'em?
GRIFFIN: What? Oh! Sorry. I have something for you. A gift. It can protect you. I had to hide it from Boris, but if you find me again, I'll give it to you. (Takes dessert back from J) Thank you. What a game! Amazing! It's a real miracle.
J: Whoa. Whoa. What do you mean? What…what miracle?
GRIFFIN: It's what…thirty seconds. I have to go.
J: What. No, no, no, we got you.
GRIFFIN: Negative possibilities are are multiplying as we speak. Twenty seconds.
J: All right. Just…we…we got it.
GRIFFIN: If your watch is broken and I have gastric distress…(sees a butterfly) Oh, dear. This is the one where Boris is coming through that door in twelve…eleven…ten…wait. Did you have chocolate milk this morning?
J: Yes.
GRIFFIN: Cindy.

Men in Black 3 (2012), written by Etan Cohen, based on the Malibu comic by Lowell Cunningham

The Daily Dialogue theme for the week: Clairvoyance. Today’s suggestion by Will King.

Trivia: Began filming without a completed script, which led to a delay in production so the screenplay could be rewritten and completed.

Dialogue On Dialogue: Commentary by Will: “Clairvoyance born not of spiritual sensitivity, but from a different cause. Griffin is an alien who lives in multiple universes and timelines simultaneously and can remember all the differences between them, which, from a human viewpoint, appears to be a form of clairvoyance. This is an interesting melding of the concept of clairvoyance in a comedic science fiction storyline.”

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