Coming this mid-winter/early spring to the Dubya Bee-- Quantum Leap: The New Class.
I loved that bicycle (I will not call it bike). It was green and had a large red horn.
Jizzidy-jizzum!
Sam Beckett is no longer just merely a man trapped in time, but also a hip, hardcore rebel on a wild, radical ride. And his new partner? Let's just say, dog's got some 'TUDE to spare!
I need clues. Hmmm... Clues, clues, clues. Clues. Hmm... Cl-u-u-u-ues. Clues. Clues, clues. Clues, I have said and shall repeat once more. Clues.
Homey don' get all up in there with that Dutch noise!
Thrills and chills are on their way. Can he piece together this mystery that critics are calling "A taut... stylish endeavor... that... soars... and is... replete... with... cowboys."? Well, can he?
I am still alive. That may be important. I mean to say, it was. Or is. But I hope not to talk of such things, but only of C's walking stick. Or was it A?
Don't make me get all existentially morassed on your white (here meaning Caucasian) ass.
