Speak to me only in Science Fiction

He who controls the spice controls the universe.

Sorry, the brothel’s full.

However, with this new knowledge, there is no guarantee that another so-called “biological crisis” won’t occur again.

These considerations lead me to believe that the first human interaction with extraterrestrial life will consist of contact with organisms similar to, if not identical to, earth bacteria or viruses. The consequences of such contact are disturbing when one recalls that 3 per cent of all earth bacteria are capable of exerting some deleterious effect upon man.

Congratulations, Doctor. You may yet cure the common cold.

One other thing: I think it rips through your clothes when it takes you over.

I’m going to TRANSFORM him, and unleash the savage instincts that lie hidden within… and then I’ll be judged the benefactor. Mankind is on the verge of destroying itself. The only hope for the human race is to hurl it back into its primitive norm, to start all over again. What’s one life compared to such a triumph?

Well they certainly didn’t mention that in the brochure.

“Space is big. You just won’t believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist’s, but that’s just peanuts to space.”

It’s too big to be that fast. It’s too fast to be that big.

Because it is too far. Unimaginably far.

Second star to the right and straight on till morning.

Now toddle off and fly your flying machine.

Trelane! Stop that nonsense at once or you’ll not be permitted to make any more planets!

Ever heard of a place, I think it’s called Norway? That was one of mine, I got an an award for it.

Lando’s not a system, he’s a man.

Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?

Horroway anaway too oo. Toronto bosh, toronto bosh. Taraway ah way taa ooce ta ah hah. Ya tenn ay to yah…Boom!

If they were united, the two halves would complete a recognizable scene: a volcano spewing ash and fire.

Paracutin… 1943, a Mexican farmer sees smoke coming out of the middle of his cornfield. A week later there’s a volcano a thousand feet high. There’s no history of anything until it happens. Then there is.