Tonight we’re going to show you eight silent ways to kill a man.
Kick the crap out of 'em.
My ancestors were members of a sub-group called Americans. Archaeological diggings made in the western and southern sections of their country indicate that these so-called Americans worshipped, and perhaps were governed by, a fully clothed English speaking mouse.
Everyone in the world will come to these gates. Why? Because they want to look at the world of the future. They want to see how to make better human beings. That’s what the whole thing is about. The cynics are already here and they’re terrifying one another. What Disney is doing is showing the world that there are alternative ways to do things that can make us all happy. If we can borrow some of the concepts of Disneyland and Disney World and Epcot, then indeed the world can be a better place.
Earthman, your Mickey Mouse is one big stupid dope!
The trouble with computers is that they’re very sophisticated idiots.
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do…
Wherever did you get such beautiful flowers on a space station?
It calls back a time when there were flowers all over the Earth… and there were valleys. And there were plains of tall green grass that you could lie down in - you could go to sleep in. And there were blue skies, and there was fresh air… and there were things growing all over the place, not just in some domed enclosures blasted some millions of miles out in to space.
Oh, this is going to be fun! I shall learn a lot from you. Come on James Robert McCrimmon, do you know anything about interstellar flora?
General, Chuck knows that Orion is out there and he is not going to sit in his room and do what we say.
Are you trying to tell me a fully sedated, fully restrained patient somehow slipped out that vent, replaced the grill behind him and is wriggling his way through the ventilation system?
He was an honest man, and he didn’t deserve any of what happened to him.
Remember, all I’m offering is the truth, nothing more.
The Truth Is Out There.
You want the truth? Fine. The truth shall make you dead.
This is exactly what the nerds want…
I’d much rather see you on my side than scattered into atoms.
I signed aboard this ship to practice medicine, not to have my atoms scattered back and forth across space by this gadget.
I can see the whole of time and space, every single atom of your existence, and I divide them.