Maybe if you were EXTRA good, you'd get the doll and a fresh orange in your stocking. Oh, happy day!
You wished upon wishes that Johnny Johnston would ask you to join him for a ride on the Ferris wheel. But don't show him any ankle! Save that for the wedding night.
Look at that handsome countenance. Who could ever forget such a mustache?
Fair well, Ireland! Don't write to me, I'll write to you.
The pinnacle of medicine. It's the cure to everything!
Wait a minute. You don't actually remember any of these, do you?
It changed literature forever. But who cares? I can't believe you'd click on something that you have no actual memory of.
I built a time machine so I could tell the people of the future about my era, my people. I thought you and I were of the same. What a folly on my part.
The Time Machine by H.G. Wells inspired me to build my amazing contraption and visit your decade. It's a great book that was published in 1895. Not that you would know.
How did I build my contraption? Well, it's steam-powered with lots of gears and””Oh, what's the point? You're only humoring me because you feel badly for this foolish, foolish traveler of time.
This is the ideal of feminine beauty. Maybe not for you, but for me, someone who actually remembers the 1890s.
Maybe someday it will become an actual state!
What, it did? Oh, my goodness gracious. I didn't think about the knowledge that you yourself might possess. Perhaps we need not be adversaries.
You probably haven't heard of this delightful confection. You have? All this newfound excitement is making my heart go pitter-patter. I'm feeling faint. Do you have any cocaine?
May I have this dance? I feel so drawn to you.
What am I doing? I can't fall in love with a person from the future! I need to return back to my time. This is crazy. So crazy that it...just might work.
Come away with me. Come into my magnificent time machine, and I will show you these things so that you too may remember the 1890s. Also, cocaine. Lots and lots of cocaine.