This definitely rates a 9.0 on my weird-shit-o-meter.
Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together: mass hysteria!
I am not given to wild, unsupported statements. And I tell you that we must evacuate this planet immediately.
I’m sure that in the miserable annals of the earth your name will be duly enshrined.
Well, let’s see. First the earth cooled.
If the core is exposed for whatever reason, the fuel heats beyond core heat tolerance in a matter of minutes. Nothing can stop it. And it melts down right through the bottom of the plant, theoretically to China. But of course, as soon as it hits ground water, it blasts into the atmosphere and sends out clouds of radioactivity. The number of people killed would depend on which way the wind is blowing.
Wind’s from the East, there’s a mist blowing in.
Smells like something is brewing, and about to begin.
There is a fell voice on the air.
We urge you to stay tuned to radio and TV and to stay indoors at all costs.
But the truth is, we’re not the one been teachin’ Radio, Radio’s the one been teachin’ us - cause the way he treats us all the time is the way we wish we treated each other even part of the time.
The next voice you hear will be the voice of… God.
And from now on, stop playing with yourself.
It is God.
This was a music I’d never heard. Filled with such longing, such unfulfillable longing, it had me trembling. It seemed to me that I was hearing the voice of God.
Well, this piece is called “Lick My Love Pump.”
I can’t play that for her.
Play “Misty” for me.
[addressing the shocked expressions at the dance after playing a wild heavy metal guitar solo ] I g-guess you guys aren’t ready for that yet. But your kids are gonna love it.
Marty DiBergi: Why don’t you just make ten louder and make ten be the top number and make that a little louder?
Nigel Tufnel: [pause] These go to eleven.
Somebody throw the goddamn bomb!
Think you used enough dynamite there, Butch?