Lucy: Dr. Cox has to let us out eventually. I mean, he can't keep us here forever. Can he?
[fantasy: Lucy and the gang are now 75 years old, but Cole looks as young as ever:]
Lucy: What's your secret?
Cole: Shea butter and big floppy sun hats. Oh, and I made a deal with a witch.
[reality:]
Lucy: How come witches never offer me a deal? I'm approachable.