Anybody ever tell you you look dead, man?
When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the Earth.
It wants me! It wants food! But it has no stomach, can take no nourishment from what it ingests. It’s acting on INSTINCT!
“Birds, you know, are warmblooded.”
TANSTAAFL!
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There ain’t no tanj justice.
“The ape escaped a fifth way.”
A planet where apes evolved from men? There’s got to be an answer.
Plant tree-of-life all through Congo National Park. Organize the monkey and chimpanzee protectors.
Do you seriously expect me to tell the President that an alien has landed, assumed the identity of a dead housepainter from Madison, Wisconsin, and is presently out tooling around the countryside in a hopped-up orange and black 1977 Mustang?
Just what do you think you’re doing, Dave?
I have no mouth. And I must scream.
Suppose a person couldn’t possibly scream?
Sorry. Uh, sorry. I got a little agitated. The thought of escape crossed my mind, and then suddenly — suddenly — suddenly I felt like bending the fucking bars back, ripping the goddamn window frames and eating them — yes, eating them! Leaping, leaping, leaping! Colonics for everyone! All right! You dumbasses, I’m a mental patient. I’m supposed to act out!
I’d buy that for a dollar!
I’m being ironic. Don’t interrupt a man in the midst of being ironic, it’s not polite. There!
Would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?
When I catch up with him, I’m gonna make the dismemberment of Mad Emperor Yuri look like a tea party.
You break all the laws of physics and you seriously think there wouldn’t be a price? You went and killed the last fucking crew, and now you wanna kill us as well!