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[Pitching a hotel-casino idea.]
Art Land: If the Martians land, they're gonna need a place to stay! Just like everybody else!
Richie Norris: Whoa, he made the international sign of the donut.
President Dale: Why can't we work out our differences? Why can't we work things out? Little people, why can't we all just get along?
Richie Norris: I want to thank my Grandma for always being so good to me, and, and for helping save the world and everything.
[Watching an alien on TV.]
Marsha Dale: I'm not allowing that thing in my house.
President Dale: Sweetie, we may have to. The people expect me to meet with them.
Marsha Dale: Well they're not going to eat off the Van Buren china.
Art Land: I'm not a crook. I'm ambitious. There's a difference.
General Decker: Intellectuals! Liberals! Peace mongers! IDIOTS!
[Challenging a Martian to a fistfight.]
Byron Williams: No weapons! No tricks! Just you and me! Byron Williams! The heavyweight champion of the world.
President Dale: Rest assured that we will soon come out at a very real outcome.
President Dale: What do you think Marsha?
Marsha Dale: Kick the crap out of 'em.
President Dale: I want the people to know that they still have two out of three branches of the government working for them, and that ain't bad.
Art Land: Even in a time of intergalactic crisis, people still want to roll them bones.
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