HTWD: There go the last two viewers of "Who Wants to be a Millionare?" Couldn't have happened soon enough if you ask me.

<A black van pulls to a stop. Several KGB men jump out and grab an old lady and drag her towards the van.>

SL4: Boy, that's a nice van. Purse snatching must pay well on this world.

Arturo: "We've got to find Rembrandt. I don't imagine he went over too big at the ballpark."

TBH: You've heard him sing it too?

Quinn: "Yeah, and we can't maroon him here forever. He'll never get home."

HTWD: Oh, so you finally remembered him. Thanks.

Arturo: "In the meantime, nothing like a good execution to build up a man's appetite."

SL4: Amen, brother. :-P I slammed an entire plate of pecan waffles after Ted Bundy paid his debt.

Arturo: "Would anyone else like a kielbasa?"

TBH: No thanks, I've already had some strung goat intestines today. Maybe next time, champ.

Quinn: "How can you eat at a time like this?"

SL4: A time like this???? >:-#, I'd be slamming a Big Mac on MY way to the electric chair! WHEN is there a time that is not good for eating?

TBH: Sex?

SL4: That's what corndogs are made for! They have a stick so you can eat them with one hand!

Arturo: "My stomach has no political preference. One please."

SL4: WOO HOO!!! You are my god. :-D

HTWD: Personally, my stomach is Republican, my paws are Communist, and my ass is a Democrat.

Vendor: "Sausage. One dollar."

TBH: What kind of self respecting tyranny is this???? Shoot, that's cheaper than a downtown Greensboro sausage!

<Arturo pulls out a dollar bill and hands it to the vendor. The vendor looks shaken, quickly pockets the bill and pulls out a Soviet dollar and slips it to Arturo.> : "Be careful, comrade."

SL4: Damn! How do I get some of that action? Give the vendor a dollar and he gives you a dog AND a dollar back! :-P~~~

Wade <realizing that the nearby crowd has noticed her and are staring at her.> : "Guys, guys, guys."

HTWD: The little-known Motley Crue follow up to their hit song.

Quinn: "What's going on?"

TBH: Tsk, tsk. You should have read the script. Just because you were in a hit movie ten years ago doesn't entitle you to be lazy.

Wade: "It's that damned phone company!"

SL4: Yes, yes. Those collect call commercials are hideously annoying ... oh, you mean one on this world.

Arturo: "What?"

HTWD: SHE SAID "EAT A SALAD!!" I'm not surprised you didn't hear it though.

Wade: "The phone company! I disobeyed their commands and now they're after me!"

SL4: Next time don't call someone not on your friends and family list.

<Wade starts to move down the sidewalk. The crowd moves with her.>

TBH: <mimicking Wade> : "Oh, I KNEW I should have worn a Michael Jackson disguise before I visited the story cave! I hate it when people recognize me and follow me!"

Quinn: "Just stay cool."

HTWD: Give her some sunglasses and a cigar, that'll do the trick.

Quinn: "We'll get out of this ... somehow."

SL4: He's just so damned reassuring ... somehow.

Vendor: "Quickly comrades, follow me."

TBH: Hey, you've got the wrong idea. I bought a hot dog from you, but that doesn't mean I wanna go on a date with you or anything.

<The Sliders and the vendor round the corner, chased by several agents and then an excited, angry mob.>

HTWD: Well, how angry do mobs get in Soviet America? Rebellion on this world is taking an extra five minutes for lunch at the factory.

Arturo: "Talk about reaching out to touch someone."

SL4: I'd rather talk about recycling that "joke" for the millionth time.

<The Sliders and the vendor turn down another street, giving their pursuers the slip for the moment.> Vendor: "Wade Welles. My God, it is you."

SL4: Well? Make up your mind, is it Wade Welles or God?

TBH: Talk about recycling jokes.

SL4: Oh, do smeg off.

Vendor: "Thank liberty you're still alive."

TBH: I don't know if you'd call two years languishing on Sports Night 'living,' but have it your way.

Vendor: "The Soviets announced your capture three days ago."

HTWD: Three days is plenty of time for them to brainwash me, dope me to the gills, and put me back out on the street in the company of three stocky men. Take me to your leader and secret rebel base, fool. MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!

Vendor: "We have to keep moving."

SL4: Here's a novel idea, pay your >:-#-ing rent! Then you wouldn't have to keep moving!

Arturo: "It seems like you're a VIP on this world, Miss Welles."

TBH: Oh yeah? In that case you're a pompous smeghead. I've always wanted to tell you that.

Arturo: "I suggest you do nothing to dissuade that notion."

HTWD: Does that mean I HAVE to deep kiss a hot hunk who thinks I'm his Wade? Oh darn. I suppose I can force myself to do it.

<The vendor leads them on. Eventually they end up at a dock and then into a warehouse. He takes them down a winding stairwell.>

SL4: Meanwhile, me and some buddies are having a hot dog and sausage soiree at his abandoned hot dog stand. :-P

Vendor <finally turning to Wade at the bottom of the four flights of stairs.> : "Feel good to be home, commander?"

TBH: So you didn't move your base after she got captured???????? There are drugs that will make her think she is a talking spider monkey and she must tell her mate Zimbu everything she knows! There are drugs that will give her an orgasm every time she sneezes! The captured Wade told EVERYTHING! Why didn't they move their base?

SL4: Maybe they did, and that's why he had to lead her there. Otherwise, it would have been silly for him to lead her.

TBH: Then what did he mean about it feeling good to be home??? Hold me, I'm confused!!!

<The Vendor opens a secret door and lets them into the base. Boxes of ammo and guns are stacked everywhere.>

HTWD: These people are SERIOUS about their right to arm bears!

<The commando unit steps into the flickering light.>

SL4: Hi there, helping-us-get-back-our-captured-friend-fodder! We'll hardly know ya!