I’ve been marked down!
Attention, Kmart shoppers, blue light special, aisle 13.
Do I understand this correctly? I’m being marked down? What is this? The Bargain Basement?
[Starts crying] I’ve been kidnapped by Kmart!
On a personal note, sir, I’d just like to add that ever since I was kidnapped by aliens ten years ago, I have been dying for some payback.
Even in a time of intergalactic crisis, people still want to roll them bones.
I’m from Earth. Ever heard of it?
And yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
Earth, man. What a shithole.
If this is the best they’ve got around here, in six months we’ll be running this planet.
France. We’re from France.
France will follow me to the stars, if I give her another victory.
The smell, you know, the gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like…victory.
We are all ready to win, just as we are born knowing only life.
Whoever has the most liquor to get the soldiers drunk and send them to be slaughtered, is the winner.
Soldiers deserve soldiers, sir.
We follow orders, son. We follow orders or people die. It’s that simple. Are we clear?
All that I have, all that I’ve learned, everything I feel, all this and more, I bequeath to you, my son.
[reading from Joan’s will after her death ] It is my intention to make no provision herein for my son Christopher or my daughter Christina, for reasons which are well known to them.
You get nothing! You lose! Good day, sir!
You took the box. Let’s see what’s in the box:
Nothing! Absolutely nothing!
Stupid! You’re so stupid!