The timeline. Even with all the experience I've had with time travel...Look, maybe in the end, nothing is certain. [...] All I now know about time is that it is precious. And I don't regret, for a single moment, being your son.
— Cable
Owain: Hah! The hero's origin, unveiled at last. Hark! The blood of the virtuous few enriches my veins as well. Blood that I share with another! A gentle soul, set adrift on the—
Chrom: Let's get to the point.
Owain: OK! Long story short... Lissa's gonna be my mom!
Chrom: Let's get to the point.
Owain: OK! Long story short... Lissa's gonna be my mom!
Maria: How are little Maria's genetics?
Samantha: Dang. I have to run this again. For the third time I messed up! I keep confusing your sample with hers! They're identic—[Samantha freezes and looks at the older Maria in shock]
Maria: Hi, Mom.
Samantha: Dang. I have to run this again. For the third time I messed up! I keep confusing your sample with hers! They're identic—[Samantha freezes and looks at the older Maria in shock]
Maria: Hi, Mom.
Hurley: How long have you known he was your dad?
Miles: My third day here, I was on line at the cafeteria and my mother got in line behind me. That was my first clue.
Miles: My third day here, I was on line at the cafeteria and my mother got in line behind me. That was my first clue.
—Lost, "Some Like It Hoth"
