"The Americanization of Machiko"
Ziggy figures 97 percent ...  course there's always that 3 percent margin of error.
-- Al, "The Americanization of Machiko"

Don't blame me, blame Ziggy.
-- Al, "The Americanization of Machiko"

There's something strange about Charlie.
Strange?
He's different.
He's a man now.
No, it's something else, the look in his eyes, a mother can tell.
-- Lenore and Henry McKensie, "The Americanization of Machiko"

Good brakes, ne?
Must be made in Japan.
-- Machiko and Sam, "The Americanization of Machiko"

Taking a little time out for a roll in the hay, Sam?
This is NOT what it looks like!
When I think of all the times you tried to make ME feel like a sleaze.
-- Al and Sam, "The Americanization of Machiko"

The only thing that would shock her is a cattle prod.
-- Al (about Naomi), "The Americanization of Machiko"

I just love weddings, maybe because I've done it 5 times.
-- Al, "The Americanization of Machiko"

Oh my God, I'm Popeye!
-- Sam, "The Americanization of Machiko"

Is that an old Japanese custom?
Oh no, I shake bugs off.
-- Sam and Machiko (collecting daisies), "The Americanization of Machiko"

Congratulations on your prosperity, you and your wife are very, very fat.
-- Machiko, "The Americanization of Machiko"

Uh-oh... trouble in River City.
-- Al, "The Americanization of Machiko"

I'm a Christian.
Then show it.
-- Lenore and Sam, "The Americanization of Machiko"

Some people can never forgive... not even themselves.
-- Henry, "The Americanization of Machiko"

Think of these as training heels, we'll have you in pumps by New Year's.
-- Sam to Machiko, "The Americanization of Machiko"

Traveling through time is a lot like leaping out of the frying pan...  and into the fire.  Sometimes it goes from bad to worse, then again sometimes I get the satisfaction of a job well done.  Unfortunately, as soon as one job ends, an other one begins.  And until I get my bearings, I always feel a little lost at sea.  Most people would be completely disoriented by stepping off a bus and not knowing where, much less who they were.  But leaping into the unknown has given me a detective's instinct.  I'd leaped back as Charles Lee McKenzie, Aviation Machinist's Mate 2nd Class, U.S. Navy.  The Japanese Yen and the sea bag told me he was shipping home from the Far East and home appeared to be Oak Creek, Ohio, August 4, 1953.
-- Sam, leap in from "Disco Inferno" to "Americanization of Machiko"