Hank: "We met at this real-life clock that was a very big deal despite being even worse at being a clock than this show is at being a show."
White Vincent: "That's so cool how everything is always clocks."
Hank: "It also has a scary locust on it."
White Vincent: "That's so cool how this episode suddenly it's also locusts. Hang on, I feel like I'm about to get bonkers suddenly."
Vincent goes suddenly bonkers. One of his Nazi eyeballs pops out and he starts grabbing at Hank's clone Nazi eyeballs and it's kind of amazing:
"We both understand the shame of the masquerade, but I've come to offer you solace, deliverance. SHOW ME YOUR EYEBALLS! SHOW ME THE FLAW, HANK! I WANT TO SEE THE FLAW!"
FBI Lady suddenly unloads a clip in White Vincent's direction, so he vanishes into the ether and reappears in a van on the other side of a random gate in this abandoned building on Princeton acreage and, because she is an out-of-control woman who needs to remember her place, she is reduced -- gun in hand, okay -- to pawing the air through the gate like an actual zombie.
White Vincent: "Okay, seriously I have to ask. Why do you keep trying to shoot me?"
FBI Lady: "Gnnnr! Arrrgh!"
White Vincent: "Oh no, no. Your husband wasn't collateral damage on that flight I blew up. He was the reason I blew it up."
FBI Lady: "Grrwlrrrr?"
White Vincent: Disappears. Mindfreak!
PICNIC TREE WHERE EINSTEIN TOOK A CLOCK OUT OF HIS MIND & BURIED IT, FOR JESUS
Everybody: "Thank goodness we found this clock! Too bad about your wife getting kidnapped for, seriously the fifth time."
Hank: "FBI, sorry you got mindfreaked."
FBI Lady: "That's the thing about a cryptovariable. You think it's a constant, then wham. Variable. What's important is that we investigate this clock further."
Clock: "Einstein, after a very busy day of dying and also burying things and erasing the secrets of energy, wrote an apology on a piece of paper for discovering physics and the other sciences. So it doesn't even have to do with the goddamn motherfucking Apocalypse."
SECRET PRIESTLY POSTGAME PATTER (NOSTER)
Ken Leung: "Psst. Do you have any friends getting shot at by Rosicrucians?"
Fr. Roc: "Yeah. Can you tell me about that? I realize it's a secret."