I'll buy you a car.
I don't have one.
It's my dad's.
How's it going, Jerry?
What do you want?
World peace,
but this isn't the time.
-Get out!
-This might interest you.
-I'm not interested.
-Dr. Hathaway....
Susan.
I solved the power problem, Jerry.
-Jerry?
-Take a cab.
So you'll hammer later.
We were working
on the cyanide system.
Well, earlier today,
it ate itself.
But that's just what we needed
to take a giant step forward.
Right, Kent?
Needless to say,
I was despondent about the meltdown.
In the midst of my preparations
for hari-kari...
...it came to me.
It's possible to synthesize
bromide in an argon matrix.
-Excimers, frozen in an excited state.
-That's impossible.
It's a chemical laser,
but solid, not gaseous.
Put simply, in deference to Kent,
it's like lasing dynamite.
We couple it to a state that is
radiatively coupled to the ground.
Extracting 10-to-the-21st
protons per cubic centimetre...
...will give 1 kilojoule per cubic
centimetre, or a megajoule per litre.
Hotter than the sun.
-It's small.
-It's meant to be.
We only have the one sample...
...and it's going to destroy itself
as it lases.
But everything will be fine.
-Right, Mitch?
-Yeah.
This is a complete waste of time.
Kent, put the target
in front of the cinder blocks.
Okay, come behind the shield.
Okay, Mr. Taylor.
Any time you're ready.
Ready? Laser on!
All right!
Look at this!
Wow!
-Sorry about the window.
-And the trees across the quad!
You did it.
I did my part too.
You graduate.
You get the job.
What? You can't!
That's my job.
I've done everything
you've ever asked me to.
I teach your classes for you!
-I get your laundry!
-What is he doing?
I mounted the optics
for the target-tracking system.
Look!
Wait. Wait.
-Let's celebrate!
-Absolutely.
You see anything unusual
on the campus?
-My glasses!
-Well, try not to wobble.
-There is a complete hole.
-That's great.
Look.
Let's get a burger.
-Let's go!
-In there?
This place is wild.
-Do you see that?
-Like her? She's from Playa del Rey.
-Am I gonna meet your parents?
-No.
-Why? Are you ashamed of me?
-No, them.
Remember the right people
to thank on this.
-I'd like to thank my fish.
-What?!
-And Mr. Ikagami!
-I love it.
What are you saying?
Lazlo!
I'm glad you came out.
Want a hamburger?
I've been thinking about
your laser solution.
-You've increased it to 6 megawatts.
-Yeah, about that.
-What would you use it for?
-Enormous Swiss cheese?
It can do anything.
No. The beam would last for what,
15 seconds?
-What good is that?
-I respect you, but I graduated.
Let the engineers figure that out.
Maybe it already has a use...
...for which it's designed.
Hathaway has something in mind?
Look at the facts.
Very high power, portable...
...limited firing time,
unlimited range.
With a tracking system
and a mirror...
...you could vaporize
a human from space.
This is not good.
No!
What happened?
Oh, no.
-Chris.
-I'm all right.
-They took everything.
-Kent's tracking system is gone!
How could you build that mirror?!
He lied to us.
It's easy to lie to you, Mitch.
You trust people.
I'm a cynic.
I'm such an asshole.
I understand how you feel.
You're right.
But we need to find out
what he's doing.
Kent.
Shh, you guys!
-We'll have two minutes.
-Pardon?
-Hi.
-Hi.
Okay, open his mouth.
Bulldogs.
And transceiver.
And tweezers.
The braces gave me the idea.
Perfect antennae.
His head becomes a speaker.
It's about time someone
put it to good use.
Kent?
Kent.
Wake up, Kent.
-Kent.
-What?
I'm talking to you, Kent.
-What is this?
-I said, I'm talking to you.
-No.
-Yeah.
Well, I'm not asleep.
-I must be overworked.
-You're not overworked, Kent.
Well, I'm not insane!
-Or am I?
-That remains to be seen, Kent.
But we are having a conversation.
-Okay, who is this?
-This is Jesus, Kent.
And you've been a very naughty boy!
All right, who is this?
-Cut the crap. You