Date Night on Union Station Quotes

“How many G’s can your body tolerate without permanent damage?” In Joe’s experience, nothing good ever came from responding to this type of question.”
― E.M. Foner, Date Night on Union Station

“What was that bit about authorizing remote monitoring of my implants? Do you mean you have me bugged?” “Strange how nobody from your world ever reads the end user license agreements,” Jeeves said by way of an answer.”
― E.M. Foner, Date Night on Union Station

“Aunty Kelly has a very important job, and someday she’ll make a living at it.”
― E.M. Foner, Date Night on Union Station

“Kelly, these are gamers discussing the maximum theoretical efficiency of mass transference weapons within a steep gravitational gradient. If you danced naked on the table, maybe one or two of the humanoids might look in your direction, but I wouldn’t bet on it. If all you want to do is leave unnoticed, just don’t hit anybody over the head with your chair after you stand up.” Kelly”
― E.M. Foner, Date Night on Union Station

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― E.M. Foner, Date Night on Union Station

“the Little Apple, a sort of melting pot of Earth cultures, though few of the activities that took place in the Little Apple could be described as cultural events.”
― E.M. Foner, Date Night on Union Station

“That and the fact that as Joe aged, the mercenary retirement plan of dying with your boots on had been sounding less and less attractive.”
― E.M. Foner, Date Night on Union Station

“You’re married to the job, and that’s your problem. You care more about getting in the middle of every crisis that comes up than you do about finding a man. I think you’re actually embarrassed by the fact that the humans who come out here act just as badly as they did on Earth.”
― E.M. Foner, Date Night on Union Station

“There’s no such thing as a free market. It’s all fixed one way or another.”
― E.M. Foner, Date Night on Union Station

“Maybe she’d ruined her brain by spending too much time reading.”
― E.M. Foner, Date Night on Union Station

“But the galaxy was full of game players, and it turned out that human war games translated well to many cultures. And then there were the flashy kitchen gadgets, a phenomenon unique to Earth that had caught the eyes and imaginations of many species. Kelly heard that the most complicated and expensive gadgets had even started selling to aliens who didn’t eat, in any normal sense of the word. Some saw the gleaming stainless steel hardware with gears, spinning handles and pincers as a form of primitive artwork. Others might have been purchasing can openers as torture devices. The”
― E.M. Foner, Date Night on Union Station