And like that… he’s gone.
Intermission
You stay right there, I’ll go. There’s a stench of adultery in here.
And you wouldn’t be so brave if you’d ever smelled the Bog of Eternal Stench.
The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like… victory. Someday this war’s gonna end…
… and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll whisper “no.”
Isn’t it great being married to someone who’s recklessly impulsive?
Plan? There ain’t no plan!
We’re paid to adapt, to improvise.
Resistance is futile.
Assimilate THIS!
Assimilation? Did Brundle absorb fly?
They’re like sponges, Gil, just waiting to absorb. You see? Take my advice – forget about Kevin and Taylor, it’s too late. Work on Justin.
Yeah, but they don’t know who the real mother is yet.
Mother pus bucket! Nobody steps on a church in my town!
Commander, do something violent.
The first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye, followed by your right. But your ears you keep, and I’ll tell you why: So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, “Dear GOD! What is that THING?” will echo in your perfect ears. That is what To The Pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
We accept you, one of us! Gooble Gobble!
“Attention NS-5’s. There is a robot among you that does not belong. Identify it.”
“One of us.”
"Which one?"
“One of us.”
“How much you say these things cost?”
Huey, I thought I told you to stay in the forest.