“Ivan, one of these days somebody is going to pull out a weapon and plug you, and you’re going to die in bewilderment, crying, ‘What did I say? What did I say?’”
Well, the children would have fugitive memories, and that, combined with the confused, incoherent babblings of the half-mad morons, formed the basis for the "Book of Revelations.’
Questions… Morphology? Longevity? Incept dates?
Show me.
“Splod is angry!” shouted the little thin man. “He wants his eye back.”
Let me remind you, sonny: I am a general. If you are counting on me to blink, then you are making a deadly mistake.
I’ll explain later. Fate of the world at stake.
You’re gonna have to answer to the Coca-Cola company.
This is nothing. Back in high school I used to drink 100 cans of cola a week, right up until my third heart attack.
Any citizen, with the help of the organ banks, can live as long as it takes his central nervous system to wear out. This can be a very long time if his circulatory system is kept functioning. … But the citizen, cannot take more out of the organ banks than goes into them. He must do his utmost to see that they are supplied. … The only feasible method of supplying the organ banks is through execution of criminals. … A criminal’s pirated body can save a dozen lives. There is now no valid argument against capital punishment for any given crime; for all such argument seeks to prove that killing a man does society no good.
The lights are growing dim, Otto. I know a life of crime has led me to this sorry fate… and yet, I blame society. Society made me what I am.
Tyrell: I’m surprised you didn’t come here sooner.
Batty: It’s not an easy thing to meet your maker.
Tyrell: What could he do for you?
Batty: Can the maker repair what he makes?
Surprise, witch!
All right, I’ll bite. What’s your plan now, boss man? Because I’m dying for you to tell me.
The same thing we do every night, Pinky - try to take over the world!
The whole planet Houston?
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
This is the voice of world control. I bring you peace. It may be the peace of plenty and content or the peace of unburied death. The choice is yours: Obey me and live, or disobey and die.
I for one welcome our new insect overlords.
None of the ants previously seen by man were more than an inch in length - most considerably under that size. But even the most minute of them have an instinct and talent for industry, social organization, and savagery that makes man look feeble by comparison.