"Welcome to the world of tomorrow! Actually it’s still today. But it’s yesterday’s world of tomorrow. Today!"
"You, again? Here, again? At least you’re predictable."
"I’m still calibrating my setting. Make sure to count your fingers and toes…. and maybe your, uhm, tentacles."
"I am the Caretaker. What do I take care of? You vernacular structure, for one."
"Don’t worry, I didn’t reassign your gender! That’s your choice and, really, I don’t judge."
"Don’t panic, you made it back safely! Teleportation is no reason to go to pieces."
"You have arrived at your destination. Perhaps you should count your fingers, just to make sure."
"I verified every molecule in your body and I have to say nice pancreas!”
"Welcome back. We narrowly avoided a temporal loop! Welcome back. We narrowly avoided a temporal loop!"
"Same clothes? SAME SPECIES!? Another success!!"
"In the future, even transmatting will be considered time consuming and obsolete. I can’t wait."
"Inside the transmat, the laws of physics are sometimes reverted. Outside the transmat… I don’t really judge.”
"To bind here or to bind elsewhere? THE FATE OF THE WORLD HANGS IN THE BALANCE! Ehehe, I always wanted to say that.” The Caretaker on binding to a Transmat Terminal