Donald P. Bellisario

One end of this string represents your birth, the other end your death. You tie the ends together, and your life is a loop. Ball the loop, and the days of your life touch each other out of sequence, therefore leaping to one point in the string to another . . .

Don’t ya see, Al? I’m here to give Donna and I a second chance.

That surprise punch in the last inning . . . it was inspired.

You can’t expect me to do this and not get involved. So if Tess falls in love with Doc, I’d appreciate it if you just leap me outta here as soon as possible.

Who ever heard of one lousy hairdryer blacking out all of the East Coast?

You’re hear to save her tomorrow, not to initiate the civil rights activity in the South.

Older Brother: Come on, Mikey, we gotta rehearse.

Mikey: [waving] Bye-bye!

Kid, if I’m lucky I’m gonna spend the rest of my life leaping around from one place to another instead of face down in a pool of blood.

This committee has decided that your 2.4 billion dollar funding request for Project Quantum Leap . . .

Disco’s not gonna last forever. I got a feeling it’s probably gonna die in a couple of years.

“I try to find a husband . . . to find my husband”

You know, this is degrading. First he chases me around the office, then he says I gotta wear lipstick

He says he wants to play.

Fred, I appreciate your opinion, but no matter how many editorials you publish, I am not gonna stop playing rock’n’roll.

Well, my first thought is this assassin, from the past. He stumbles through a tear in the space-time continuum . . .