"...Until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold... that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermodynamic miracle. And so I was wrong. Now dry your eyes... and make out with five of me while I build some stuff over here." "But Jon. What about Ea-" "Oh right! Earth! Yes. Let's save Earth! But then it's battery-finger time!"