Speak to me only in Science Fiction

I’ll be right here.

What am I looking at?

It’s full of stars!

From it you can watch the glittering night unfold, and see the whole magic sweep when the shooting stars begin to stream like jewels across the sky.

Karl: Sir, I’m retired navy, I know all about classified. But one more thing. The person that finds the asteroid gets to name her right?

Dan: Yes-yes that’s right, that’s right.

Karl: I wanna name her Dottie after my wife. She’s a vicious life-sucking bitch from which there is no escape.

Tunnels were a futility, escape committees an absurdity.

Everything will be all right. You are in my hands. I am here to protect you. You have nowhere to go. You have nowhere to go.

Take four red capsules. In 10 minutes, take two more. Help is on the way.

I’m a doctor, not an engineer.

I’m a woman, not a machine!

“I know the answer in human words,” the reply had been from the friendly red machine.

Human beings have dreams. Even dogs have dreams, but not you, you are just a machine. An imitation of life.

Marvin: I’ve been talking to the main computer.

Arthur: And?

Marvin: It hates me.

Sir, I don’t know where your ship learned to communicate, but it has the most peculiar dialect.

Oh, yes, Master Luke! Remember that I am fluent in over six million forms of communication.

If you’re so smart, tell me something, how come you go to M.I.T. for 8 years to become a cable repairman?

Mustn’t walk before we can run, eh?

Fine, but I can’t promise when all of this is over I’m not going to kill every last one of you jerks.

They are killed for Space but they live for Space.

We have about 400,000 residents here. We service half of the United States dead. That’s about 2,500 people a day.