— You do know Elvis is dead?
— No, Elvis is not dead. He just went home.
— You sold a carbonizer with implosion capacity to an unlicensed cephlapoid.
— He looked all right to me.
A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals, and you know it.
— She looks over to her husband... then sets it down in her lap and says: «Honey, this one's eating my popcorn». Get it? This one's eating... Gotta go. Thanks for the egg rolls.
— Wait a minute. Who are you?
— See what I mean about tequila? You're very bright. But you need to lay off the sauce. I'll see you bright and early, 9:00. Be there... or be square.
— We do not discharge our weapons in view of the public.
— Man, we ain't got time for this cover-up bullshit. I don't know if you've forgotten, but there's a alien battle cruiser about to...
— There's always an alien battle cruiser or a death ray or an intergalactic plague that's about to wipe out life on this miserable little planet. The only way these people get on with their happy lives is they do not know about it.
— Before y'all beam me up, there's a few things to understand. First off, you chose me, so you recognize the skills. l don't want nobody calling me «son» or «kid» or «sport». Cool?
— Cool. Whatever, slick. But I need to tell you something|about all your skills. As of right now, they mean precisely... dick.
— You're back.
— No.
— How'd you know his head grows back?
— It grows back?
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