According to the records at the NorthAm Robotics Company, the robot also known as Andrew Martin, was powered up at 5:15 pm on April 3rd, 2005.
“Once I was a towering giant, ruler of my own universe. Fearless. Beholden to none. Protector of my people”. [we see a flourishing civilization of colorful beings, called Matoran, inside the robot’s body, each of them happy and cheerful].
“You are who you choose to be.”
“Superman.”
There is no gene for fate.
Where have you been? I’ve beamed and beamed.
The ansible doesn’t involve radio waves, or any form of energy. The principle it works on, the constant of simultaneity, is analogous in some ways to gravity … One point has to be fixed, on a planet of certain mass, but the other end is portable.
Interplanet Janet, she’s a galaxy girl!
A solar system witch from a future world.
She travels like a rocket with her comet team
And there’s never been a planet Janet hasn’t seen.
Earth girls are easy.
When a woman, whether she’s a wife, a lover, or a slave you’ve purchased to be a wife or lover, leaves you repeatedly… take the hint.
“Your own sister’s a pilot, and a warrior!”
“She’s my sister, not my wife-to-be.”
The Force is strong in my family. My father has it. I have it and… My sister has it.
I wished that my brother had never been born.
Oh really, Vernon? Why pretend, we both know perfectly well what this is about. You want me to have an abortion.
{*Airplane! *is Science Fiction?}
A libido leveler has been mislaid near the pulse-leveling gate. If you have accidentally…
Oops…must’ve mixed up with the other movie quotes thread. :smack:
BIP: Remember, the enemy’s gate is down.
(Re Airplane! Well, Otto seemed to be displaying some artificial intelligence there at the end.)
Back in Play: Maybe it was just the crossing that slowed them down–and maybe only the Clarinades.
I created the Event Horizon to reach the stars, but she’s gone much, much farther than that. She tore a hole in our universe, a gateway to another dimension. A dimension of pure chaos. Pure… evil. When she crossed over, she was just a ship. But when she came back… she was alive! Look at her, Miller. Isn’t she beautiful?
All that is visible must grow beyond itself, and extend into the realm of the invisible.
He’s invisible, that’s what’s the matter with him. If he gets the rest of them clothes off, we’ll never catch him in a thousand years.
The stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down, walking as it seemed from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow had piled itself against his shoulders and chest, and added a white crest to the burden he carried. He staggered into the Coarch and Horses, more dead than alive as it seemed, and flung his portmanteau down. “A fire,” he cried, “in the name of human charity! A room and a fire!” He stamped and shook the snow from off himself in the bar, and followed Mrs. Hall into her guest parlour to strike his bargain. And with that much introduction, that and a ready acquiescence to terms and a couple of sovereigns flung upon the table, he took up his quarters in the inn.