“Are you allergic to penicillin?”
“Don’t know.You’d have to ask Doc Hogue.”
“I doubt Doc Hogue knows it’s even been discovered.”
I’d like to share a revelation that I’ve had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species and I realized that you’re not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You’re a plague and we are the cure.
Scott… they’re not going to let us out of here alive, are they?
Fear always works.
You’re afraid of our fleet. Well, you should be. Personally, I’d give us one chance in three. More tea anyone?
Oh, please stay! Look, I’ve got a splendid tea all laid out for you!
Get the honey, junior.
Yeah, that icky, sticky stuff is only fit for “heffalumps” and “woozles.”
MAX. HELP ME… I’m FEELING.
I’m sorry, Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that.
Son of a bitch… He stole my line.
First he takes my career, then my life, now my girl. The balls on that fuchsia fuck! I’m gonna tear him apart, piece by piece!
May I ask why you felt little Tiffany deserved to die?
Tiffany, we’re in a coffin!
This is the most uncomfortable coffin I’ve ever been in. Your selection is quite shoddy. You are wasting my time!
Did you ever think of yourself as actually dead, lying in a box with a lid on it? Nor do I, really. It’s silly to be depressed by it. I mean, one thinks of it like being alive in a box. One keeps forgetting to take into account the fact that one is dead, which should make all the difference, shouldn’t it? I mean, you’d never know you were in a box, would you? It would be just like you were asleep in a box. Not that I’d like to sleep in a box, mind you. Not without any air. You’d wake up dead for a start, and then where would you be? In a box. That’s the bit I don’t like, frankly. That’s why I don’t think of it. Because you’d be helpless, wouldn’t you? Stuffed in a box like that. I mean, you’d be in there forever, even taking into account the fact that you’re dead. It isn’t a pleasant thought. Especially if you’re dead, really. Ask yourself, if I asked you straight off, “I’m going to stuff you in this box. Now, would you rather be alive or dead?” Naturally, you’d prefer to be alive. Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. You’d have a chance, at least. You could lie there thinking: “Well, at least I’m not dead. In a minute, somebody is going to bang on the lid, and tell me to come out.” [bangs on lid] “Hey you! What’s your name? Come out of there!”
Them clothes got laundry numbers on them. You remember your number and always wear the ones that has your number. Any man forgets his number spends a night in the box. These here spoons you keep with you. Any man loses his spoon spends a night in the box. There’s no playing grab-ass or fighting in the building. You got a grudge against another man, you fight him Saturday afternoon. Any man playing grab-ass or fighting in the building spends a night in the box. First bell’s at five minutes of eight when you will get in your bunk. Last bell is at eight. Any man not in his bunk at eight spends the night in the box. There is no smoking in the prone position in bed. To smoke you must have both legs over the side of your bunk. Any man caught smoking in the prone position in bed… spends a night in the box. You get two sheets. Every Saturday, you put the clean sheet on the top… the top sheet on the bottom… and the bottom sheet you turn in to the laundry boy. Any man turns in the wrong sheet spends a night in the box. No one’ll sit in the bunks with dirty pants on. Any man with dirty pants on sitting on the bunks spends a night in the box. Any man don’t bring back his empty pop bottle spends a night in the box. Any man loud talking spends a night in the box. You got questions, you come to me. I’m Carr, the floor walker. I’m responsible for order in here. Any man don’t keep order spends a night in…
…the box.
I must break you.
No! Never give up… never surrender.
You tell the general I’m willing to discuss the terms of surrender. You tell him; if he’ll order his men to put down their weapons and line up, I’ll take them to Sam Houston and I’ll try my best to save most of them. That said; Sam’s a mite twitchy, so no promises.