Pardon me, boy. Is this the Transylvania station?
Ja, ja! Track 29. Ooo, can I give you a shine?
There wolf. . .there, castle.
It’s only a model.
Now witness the firepower of this fully armed and operational battle station.
Where’s the kaboom? There was supposed to be a big, world-shattering kaboom!
Your silence will not protect you.
At the end of every day I drive through the city of Charleston and I cross the bridge that will take me home. I feel the words building inside me, I can’t stop them, or tell you why I say them, but as I reach the top of the bridge these words come to me in a whisper. I say these words as a prayer, as regret, as praise, I say: Lowenstein, Lowenstein.
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Have you a valediction, boyo?
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[ gasping out a name ] … Rollo Tamasi.
Like that, he’s gone.
Garry: The generator’s gone.
MacReady: Any way we can we fix it?
Garry: It’s “gone”, MacReady.
- Kirk: How much refit time 'til we can take her out again?
- Scotty: Eight weeks, sir. But ye don’t have eight weeks, so I’ll do it for ye in two.
- Kirk: Mr. Scott. Have you always multiplied your repair estimates by a factor of four?
- Scotty: Certainly, sir. How else can I keep my reputation as a miracle worker?
- Kirk: Your reputation is secure, Scotty.
I know this ship like the back of my hand— (CONK!)
If you wanna know what kind of life a person had, just look at their hands.
Look at her hands! LOOK AT HER HANDS!
[Mildred suddenly lashes out and viciously slaps Veda across the face.]
I’m sorry I did that. I’d have rather cut off my hand.
I tell you, gentlemen, we have a problem on our hands.
Quit showboating Addison, the man is gone. The question now is whether we’re going to let John Q Public just waltz in here and buy our company.
I’ll buy that for a dollar!
Your money is no good here.