IRC-Galleria

President: We didn't see this thing coming?
Dan: Well, our object collison budget's about a million dollars. That allows us to track about 3% of the sky, and beg'n your pardon sir, but it's a big-ass sky.

Harry Stamper: How long've you worked for me?
A.J.: Five - wonderful - years.
Harry Stamper: In five years you have never apologized to me this quickly. Something's going on here, I'm gonna find out what it is.

Grace Stamper: Listen, Harry, A.J. is my choice - my choice and not yours.
Harry Stamper: He's the only one in your age bracket, Grace. That's not a choice, that's a lack of options.

Harry Stamper: Houston, you have a problem. You see, I promised my little girl that I was coming home. Now I don't know WHAT you people are doing down there, but we've got a hole to dig up here!

Rockhound: Guess what guys, it's time to embrace the horror! Look, we've got front row tickets to the end of the earth!

Colonel William Sharp: It takes two people to fly this thing. Either we all stay and die, or you guys draw straws.
Rockhound: I say we all stay and die.

Harry Stamper: Come on, God, just a little help. It's all I'm asking.
Max: I think we're close enough, He might have heard ya.

Dr. Banks: One toxicology screen showed traces of ketamin. That is a very powerful sedative.
Harry Stamper: Sedatives are often used, Doctor.
Dr. Banks: Well this one's used on horses!

Lev Andropov: You know what, I do not have much pleasure being near God's ear, but you think this is looking good or what?
A.J.: Lev, why don't you do humanity a favour and just shut the hell up?

Rockhound: Woman with large breasts... woman with medium breasts...
Rockhound: This one looks like you... *with* breasts.

Rockhound: Harry! I swear to God man, she never told me her age.
Harry Stamper: It's all right, relax. It's about me.
Rockhound: Oh.
Rockhound: Forget it!

Oscar: I tell you one thing that really drives me nuts, is people who think that Jethro Tull is just a person in a band.
Dr. Banks: Who's Jethro Tull?

Rockhound: I remember this one! This is one where the coyote sat his ass in a slingshot then strapped himself to an acme rocket. Is that what we're doing here?
Truman: Rockhound.
Rockhound: No really, cos it didn't...
Harry Stamper: Hey Rock!
Rockhound: ...work out too well for the Coyote, Harry!
Truman: We have a lot better rockets than the Coyote.

Rockhound: I just wanted to feel the power between my legs, brother.


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