Art Land: Even in a time of intergalactic crisis, people
still want to roll them bones.
Gen. Decker: We have to strike now, sir! Annihilate! Kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Richie Norris: I bet people were pretty scared when they
invented the train.
Gen. Decker: Liberals! Intellectuals! Peacemongers! IDIOTS!
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.] First Lady: I'm not allowing
that thing in my house. President: Sweetie, we may have
to. The people expect me to meet with them. First Lady:
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.
Richie Norris: Wow, he just made the international sign
of the doughnut.
Gen. Decker: Intellectuals! Liberals! Peacemongers! 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!
[Pitching a hotel-casino idea.] Art Land: If the Martians
land, the're gonna need a place to stay! Just like everybody
else!
President: Rest assured that we will soon come out at a
very real outcome.
The President: What do you think, Marcia? First Lady: Kick
the crap out of 'em.
President: I want the people to know that they still have
2 out of 3 branches of the government working for them,
and that ain't bad.
