We burn wood now and then, when we’re being deliberately archaic for show–it impresses the hell out of my mother’s Betan visitors–and there’re always the Winterfair bonfires.
Wipe that smile off your face, Willis! This burned-out hellhole is the last place on Earth I want to be right now. And if it wasn’t for your almost complete incompetence, I wouldn’t be here in the first place. Would I?
Woah! It worked! Right, so when we’re done with the report, we have to remember to do this or else it won’t happen… Except it did happen! Ted, it was you who stole your dad’s keys!
The angels have the phonebox.
Your mother was a cash register!
You’ll forgive my impertinence, but even though we have never before met, I have always considered you as a father to me.
So, we meet again Buzz Lightyear, for the last time!
To infinity and beyond!
In One Dimensions, did not a moving Point produce a Line with two terminal points?
In two Dimensions, did not a moving Line produce a Square wit four terminal points?
In Three Dimensions, did not a moving Square produce - did not the eyes of mine behold it - that blessed being, a Cube, with eight terminal points?
And in Four Dimensions, shall not a moving Cube - alas, for Analogy, and alas for the Progress of Truth if it be not so - shall not, I say the motion of a divine Cube result in a still more divine organization with sixteen terminal points?
Behold the infallible confirmation of the Series, 2, 4, 8, 16: is not this a Geometrical Progression? Is not this - if I might qupte my Lord’s own words - “Strictly according to Analogy”?
Again, was I not taught by my Lord that as in a Line there are two bonding points, and in a Square there are four bounding Lines, so in a Cube there must be six bounding Squares? Behold once more the confirming Series: 2, 4, 6: is not this an Arithmetical Progression? And consequently does it not of necessity follow that the more divine offspring of the divine Cube in the Land of Four Dimensions, must have eight bounding Cubes: and is not this also, as my Lord has taught me to believe, “strictly according to analogy”
It was very easy to resolve the paradox. His judgment was wholly altered by the fact that this was an artifact, millions of times heavier than anything that Man had ever put into space. The mass of Rama was at least ten million million tons; to any spaceman, that was not only an awe-inspiring, but a terrifying thought. No wonder that he sometimes felt a sense of insignificance, and even depression, as that cylinder of sculptured, ageless metal filled more and more of the sky.
Marvin: I think you ought to know I’m feeling very depressed.
Trillian: Well, we have something that may take your mind off it.
Marvin: It won’t work, I have an exceptionally large mind.
Trillian: Yeah, we know.
He’s brilliant, absolutely brilliant. He’s almost as clever as I am.
Meglos: Ten thousand years. Cretins. Morons. Half-wits.
The Doctor: Yes, they’ve not been very clever, have they, unlike us.
Meglos: They probably won’t even hit Tigella.
The Doctor: Well, if my calculations are correct, they certainly won’t.
Meglos: Your calculations?
The Doctor: I inverted your control setting. If he starts the countdown, he’ll destroy himself, as well as you and me and, well, the whole planet, of course.
Sorry to interrupt your recreation, fellows, but it is time for Sgt. Pinback to feed the alien.
I’ve been working undercover with Civil Protection. I can’t take too long, or they’ll get suspicious. I’m way behind on my beating quota.
With that tool belt on your hip, you’re gonna build a rocket ship.
Oh, oh, no, yes, no, NO, yes, ah, ah, ah ahhhhh… oh, your helmet is so big…
You’re a little short for a Stormtrooper, aren’t you?
He stood to his full height, such as it was.
Gort! Deglet ovrosco!