Directed by Tom Hall and Jake Strider Hughes. Written by Richard Zangrande Gaubert .

Sylvester 'Sly Boots' Bucceli

• You're gonna hit me, aren't you?
• Oh, cry me a river, sister. You blew up the planet with that little experiment of yours!
• Gnash them snappers, kid; I got a sock that eats like a meal. This putrid, unwashed, puss-soaked, blood-crusted sock was fermenting around a gangrenous stump of a foot for eight and half months. This is the chewiest, smelliest sock you'll ever have the luck to nosh on. And you're just a short Q&A away from suckin' this baby dry!
• Well what the hell are we supposed to do about it? Six losers against an army of chaos...?! Why doesn't Order send some reinforcement, or something?
• Stop hitting me with that thing, or I'm gonna belt you back. OW! I mean it!
• About time - Been freezing my butt off! (at Stiletto) Now gimme a hug, I need some body heat...
• (at Paco) What happened to your hair?
• I'm a professional!
• Let me guess, you inexplicably keep the solution somewhere really dangerous.
• I'm your man - I'm experienced and expensive... Available!
• (at PAL-18) Then let's burn rubber, kid. Two on the town, just like the old days!
• You know the difference between you and the you five minutes ago? The you five minutes ago had five minutes to live.

Grumpos

• Ah piss.
• Oh, piffle!
• Damnation! I've pored through half these books and I'm no closer to discovering the missing link. It's all superstition with no basis in reality. I came here looking for science and found religion instead... And these infernal bugs are everywhere! One nearly crawled up my goose pipe!

Conversations

Dr. Bowman: "We all decided we wanna be there when you get yourself killed!"

Sly: "Don't worry, I'll make things good." (at PAL-18) "Ready to hit the road, partner?"

PAL-18: "You betcha Mr. Boots!"

Sly: "Then let's do it; let's get some breakfast!"

Sly: "Spare me the jokes about my smell; I just want what's coming to me - Access to the library... and a stick of deodorant!"

Monk: "We keep our word here, detective. Baby fresh or musk?"

Grumpos: "Look, you left a sock over there... over there... Is it so hard to pick up after yourself?"

Sly: "What? I was gonna pick it up tomorrow!"

Grumpos: "Tomorrow? Tomorrow?! YOU SON OF A...!" (brawl ensues)

Sly: "Why didn't you ever let me in on this?"

Rowdy: "I did. But you were drunk and threw up before I could finish telling you."

Sly: "Ha! That's twenty questions; you guys lose!"

Dr. Bowman: "So what was it?"

Sly: "Anachronox! Man, you guys are dumb."

Dr. Bowman: "But... You said it started with a 'U'."

Sly: "Yeah I know."

Monk: "Can I help you?"

Sly: "Oh! Hey there. Can my friend use your library for a few hours?"

Monk: "No. You're under arrest for trespassing."

Sly: "You can't detain me, I'm a private investigator on an important case. Can't I wash dishes, or something?"

Monk: "A detective? Really? Then the gods smile on us both today, provided you are willing to cooperate in... an extremely delicate matter for us."

Sly: "Yeah I was kidding about the dishes!"

Council Member 1: "Oh, you're all jumping to conclusions. There is no evidence the missiles are even destructive in nature."

Council Member 2: "Evidence? The Virulent Hive has been doing this for hundreds of years - Bomb plant, wait for dust to settle, then re-colonise to expand hive... What exactly do you think is inside those warheads? Gift baskets?"

Sly: "Do I get a cool robe?" (after completing a quest)

Monk: "How about a cool T-Shirt?"

Stiletto: "Interesting little collection of characters you've shacked up with. Which scam you running?"

Sly: "It's my biggest case ever! I'm, uh, trying to 'save the universe'."

Stiletto: "Do tell!"

Sly: "Detta's got the keystone. And I gave it to him..."

Rowdy: "So take it back."

Sly: "How? Detta controls the city. I need an army."

Rowdy: "The seven of you equipped with Mystech are all the army you need."

Sly: "But it's Detta. I never asked for this. How am I supposed to 'save the universe'? I'm me..."

Sly: "You look great."

Stiletto: "You don't. Our golden boy looks a little tarnished."

Sly: "Should have seen me on Monday..." (pause) "You gonna stay in that get-up all day?"

Stiletto: "Thinking about it. It's me, don't you think?"

Sly: "Not remotely."

Stiletto: "So what happened to Fatima?"

Sly: "I thought you were dead..."

Stiletto: "Don't change the subject."

Sly: "She died. The night you disappeared."

Stiletto: "Why didn't you come after me that night?"

Sly: "I did, Sera."

Stiletto: "I could never count on you Bucceli."

Sly: "Don't call me that, Sera..."

Stiletto: "Then don't call me Sera... I'm Stiletto now."

Sly: "What the hell happened to you...?"

Stiletto: "I found myself."

Fatima: "You're crazy. I can't believe you're going after those... things! I'm serious, Boots, I can't let you do this!"

Sly: "Weren't you the one telling me to get off my butt just a few weeks ago?"

Fatima: "There is a difference between getting a job and throwing away your life."

Sly: "I've never felt this strongly about anything. I have to do this!

Fatima: "What makes you think you can save the universe when you couldn't even save me."

Sly: (Pause) "I'm sorry..."