Major General Mann: That skeleton beam must be what they used to wipe out the French cities.
Forrester: It neutralizes meson somehow. They’re the atomic glue holding matter together. Cut across their lines of magnetic force and any object will simply cease to exist! Take my word for it, General, this type of defense is useless against that kind of power! You’d better let Washington know, fast!
You attack the master of magnetism with a steel weapon?
I find that highly illogical.
Andrew, it was fine, but we might want to talk about appropriateness and um, and timing.
Code zero, zero, zero, destruct zero.
You Maniacs! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!
Of course, it might scare 'em a little.
Then let’s head on down into that cellar and carve ourselves a witch.
You know what people will say: “Piedmont was bad. That’s why it was punished.” First the town went crazy and then was destroyed…
You’re next!
Number fifty-four million six hundred and one… Ferndoch.
“Lot 97,” the auctioneer announced. “A boy.”
Who’s the father?
I am your father.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Sancte Leibowitz, ora pro me!
There are no strangers in God’s universe.
Thou art god, I am god. All that groks is god.
Understood, Captain.
I’m not a commander. There’s no “National Space Exploration Administration.” We don’t have a ship.