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! ~ Home ~ Movies ~ Songs ~ Anonymous ~ Women ~ ~ Friendship ~ Life and Success ~ Poems ~ Shakespeare ~ Star Trek ~