Why won’t my ship go?
Have you recently had a close encounter?
Keep your distance though, Chewie, but don’t look like you’re trying to keeping your distance. I don’t know…fly casual!
Who flies crates like these anymore?
Space: the final frontier. These are the continuing voyages of the starship Enterprise. Her ongoing mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life forms and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.
See this is why we’re not watching TV, people become obsessed.
The treaty between our empires established a frontier in space. We have never violated that frontier.
We have to tape this.
Should I go get Grandma?
They’re coming to get you, Barbara.
Barbarella, psychedella / There’s a kind of cockle shell about you…
What happened to “Barb doesn’t take sides”?
Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve just lost the picture, but what we’ve seen speaks for itself. The Corvair spacecraft has apparently been taken over - conquered, if you will - by a master race of giant space ants. It’s difficult to tell from this vantage point whether they will consume the captive Earthmen or merely enslave them. One thing is for certain: There is no stopping them, the ants will soon be here…and I, for one, welcome our new insect overlords! I’d like to remind them that as a trusted TV personality, I can be helpful in rounding up others to toil in their underground sugar caves.
A couple of months ago in the desert of New Mexico, gigantic ants were discovered. These ants are similar in appearance and characteristics to the household and garden pests you are familiar with, except that they are mutations ranging in size from nine to twelve feet in length. The New Mexico colony was destroyed, but two queen ants escaped. One has been accounted for and destroyed. The other has not yet been found but is now known to have established a nest somewhere in the storm drains beneath the streets of Los Angeles. It is not known how long this nest has been established or how many of these lethal monsters have hatched. Maybe a few, maybe thousands.
A date. A time. A map reference. I think it’s an invitation.
We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!
Sir, I bring the noise and the funk wherever I go.
Go away, Major, you irk me.
Everything in life is just for a while.
It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.