Mars Attacks!

Mars Attacks!

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.

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!

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