"My Connor’s a scientist, too." This is a mistake, perhaps - going through anomalies in order to get Rex back. Except that once you see Abby’s face when Rex goes through an unknown anomaly, there’s actually no question in whether or not you go through.
You just go through.
"I’m awfully protective of you." Because he doesn’t want he doesn’t want this kid changing the past - or the future - or wherever this boy is.
"Oh." Connor’s quiet now. He supposes it’s not that strange if two Connors are scientists and wear hats. Connor is a pretty typical name; there were four Connor’s in his class. Not all at once, of course, that’d be horrible.
Then he looked up at the man and his eyes showed a little bit of fear and concern. “What? Protective of me? You don’t even know me—”
"Well," Cutter says, "He does wear hats." Lots of hats. Cutter doesn’t know how he doesn’t lose the hats while chasing after dinosaurs and generally putting himself in spots that should get him killed but doesn’t.
"It’s not my lizard thing. It’s the world’s lizard thing." Nick winks. "He’s a free lizard."
"Hats—that’s cool, I guess. I’m going to be a scientist, though and win a Nobel Prize." That’s been his dream ever since he was a ten year old boy and he was on the right path.
"A free lizard thing? You were awfully protective of it,"
"I know a boy named Connor. Older than you. I’m Nick."
"Bet he’s not as cool as me! Probably not as accomplished either!
Nice to meet you Nick, can you…uh tell me what exactly you’re doing? Is that your lizard thing?”
"Well then. You’ll have to excuse me, because I think I blocked that category out of my memory when I found out Pacific Rim wasn’t nominated. Which, it should’ve been. And the fact that it wasn’t was bullshit.”
"Yeah, I mean, I totally agree. Pacific Rim was one of my favorite movies of 2013. It was just…amazing. I’m just happy because Star Trek’s there, mate, and Star Trek is my childhood and probably my future too."
"—oh, I thought we were talking Best Film. My bad. In that case, yeah, totally, Star Trek could swing it! And okay, 12 Years A Slave could probably get Best Film too. There were a lot of good movies this year."
"No. Star Trek was rudely not nominated for that award. And I mean—I guess that’s okay, it wasn’t the best Star Trek film I’ve seen, but eh. It’s up against Gravity, which is really what I’m worried about because that was fantastic visually. I personally think it should, 12 Years A Slave was amazing.”
"Daniel Craig! James Bond!" Becker offered in a rush as his face began to burn red. "He’s already…sort of like a superhero though, innit he?" Biggest lie of the moment. Maybe not of his life though, James Bond was his idol and you’d be foolish not to fancy him even a little bit. “People call him Danny sometimes…yeah?” Connor was never going to buy that.
Connor wasn’t stupid and though he had a bit of a hard time sorting lies from truth, this one was just plain obvious. Bryan had said it in too much of a rush for it to be true and his face turned red. “No one calls Daniel Craig, Danny. Unless you know—you’re close to him or something.”
"You know, it’s cool, I don’t care if you’re gay. Are you—gay? And I don’t care if you like Danny either, I mean—someone’s got to."
"Just don’t touch it.
What’s your name?”
"Fine. Won’t touch it…
My name’s Connor…what’s yours?”
"Dude, American Hustle all the way."
"They’re not nominated for the same award, so…"
"But anyway, American Hustle was okay. Not groundbreaking or anything."
"Something … not to be touched."
"What happens if I touch it? Looks just like a lizard,"