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I'm going in.
don't. it's suicide. you can't make it.
I have no choice. I must.
it's not worth it, I'm telling you.
it's worth everything. cover me.
you don't even know it's in there.
oh, it's there all right.
I don't think so. there are no cars on this island at all.
what do you mean? I heard the horn!
that was my bicycle, you moron. you were in my way.
I was not!
oh hell. let's get something to eat.
ok, but I'm a very good driver.
of course you are.
village
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stanley? what is that man doing?
what man, dear?
see? in that window? stanley! that man isn't wearing pants!
put the binoculars down, edna.
passage
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he'll be coming this way.
how do you know?
this is the only passage.
that's not how I got here.
what? it's not?
no. I came the other way.
there is no other way.
I'm just telling you. I came the other way.
ok. better send a guy over there too.
not that he could come that way, of course.
of course. there is no other way.
I'm sure you're right.
yeah. pretty sure. maybe.
amnesia
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what's it mean?
I don't know.
where'd you find it?
I can't remember.
what do you remember?
that your name is pauley.
no it's not.
oh. well, that was about it.
arts and crafts
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good morning class.
good morning, mrs lubner.
today is art day. so get out your paints and brushes.
what are we going to paint?
pretty much whatever you want, class.
anything?
anything at all. and if all you have is spray cans, don't let that hold you back.
you may well ask: "what's the point?" I totally ag…
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this is your ride home.
where? all I see is this pointy building.
it IS the building, you moron. now move it. and don't forget to show your ticket.
what? I gotta have a ticket to get home?
don't tell me you didn't bring it. yes, you need a ticket and you altair4 photo ID.
shit! can't I just take off my mask and show that it's the real me?
you're on earth, idiot. we can't risk having your tentacles waving around in front of these humans.
hey, they might like it.
right. next in line!
nora likes wiley
the illusion of reality
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can you help me, doctor?
in what way can I help you?
I can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy.
how does it feel?
mostly awesome, but not always practical.
and you want me to fix that?
shouldn't I?
hell no. we should all be living the dream. wish I could.
really?
in a strictly scientific sense, of course.
of course, doctor.
I brake for road-kill
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entering earth's atmosphere now, sir. like a bat outta hell, too!
whoa, there, buck rogers, you better slow down.
the ship can handle it sir. it's arcturus' best.
yes, but you're doing all kinds of things to their sky.
you mean, the humans can notice us?
normally no, but you are pushing our luck.
good thing I took us out of hyper-drive then.
no doubt. we'd have had the planet spinning backward.
wouldn't want that, I guess.
not if we want the harvest to stay fresh.
you mean, fresh humans, sir?
look at them. they are so fascinated by our contrails. amazing.
happens every time we're here at sundown.
they never learn. that's just what we count on.
sort of cute, in a beastly lower-form-of-life kind of way.
don't say cute. makes my mandibles quiver.
sorry sir
plan B
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you sure you know how to get out of this place, larry?
absolutely. I got a plan. a foolproof plan.
I only ask because this looks like a dead end, know what I mean?
leave it to me, buddy boy. we'll get out of here safe and sound.
in fact, I'm quite positive that this is a dead end.
no way! you sure?
and I'm also positive that I hear the cops behind us.
shit! already? we just ran out of the bank!
so what are we gonna do now, smart guy?
no doubt about it. we go to plan B.
and what exactly is that, larry?
I'll let you know. soon as I think of it.
majority of one
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it's time to vote. who are you voting for?
me? I'm voting for myself.
you? you're not even a candidate.
no? well I plan on winning this election.
ok. after you win, then what?
I'm making some serious changes around here.
like what kind of changes?
you really want to know? you might not like it.
go ahead. try me.
it's definitely time to. . . thin the herd.
thin the. . . you mean. . . people?
you can call them that. I call them useless morons.
that's gonna be your policy?
hey, you asked. can't start soon enough for me.
as long as you get to choose who to . . . thin, right?
certainly. I know best.
and what about me?
were you put on this earth to annoy me?
I don't think so.
then you are safe.
cool.
for now.
shore patrol
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dig in, men. as you can see, the enemy's massing on the horizon.
yes, sir. but. . .
no buts. look. there's thousands of them.
I see, sir, but isn't that. . .
why are you talking, and not digging, corporal?
I'm digging, sir. I'm digging.
it'll be a massive firefight, by morning.
but, sir. what if that's just. . . rain clouds?
what? are you questioning my judgment, son? don't you think I know the enemy when I see it?
yes, sir. of course, sir. but, if it's. . . only rain?
hmmm. corporal: break out the men's ponchos.
just in case, sir?
preparation is the name of the game.
and keeping your powder dry, right, sir?
yes, of course. always that.
Last Rites
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lord, a moment?
hello, archangel. what can I do for you?
have you seen how humans venerate you?
well, I did create them, didn't I?
and the monuments they build to you?
yes, very energetic of them, to say the least.
have you visited any of them lately?
actually, no. too busy with a project I'm working on.
and how is that coming, lord?
I'm adding several new universes, with no space or time limitations. they've become so passé.
how will that affect humans and their universe, lord?
well, let's see. ever been on roller coaster, archangel?
er, no, lord, I hate them. they make me puke.
it's like a walk in the park compared to what I'm about to do.
that sounds. . . intense.
when I flip the switch on these bad boys, I suggest you cover your eyes. ears too.
thanks for the tip, lord.
not a problem.
release from the underworld
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where am I?
earth.
what year is it?
2006.
no way.
it's true.
my god. 50 years.
what do you mean?
since I was taken down there.
what happened?
don't ask. you don't want to know.
grim reality
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I hate doing beach patrol. I'm sick of it.
what do you mean? it's the best job ever!
no, man. I found another drowning victim.
do you know who it was?
yeah, she might have fallen overboard.
gee. why didn't she take a shower on the boat?
what?
instead she washed up on the beach?
very funny.
I got more.
I bet you do.
5th Commandment
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what's for dinner, pop?
your mother's making spaghetti, with her special sauce.
cool.
why're you draping that sheet all over yourself?
I'm going out.
so?
so this is a new shirt! I don't wanna drip sauce all over it!
you watch your mouth! your mother's sauce don't drip!
no?
no! it don't taste, but it don't drip!
creationism
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man, I'm in a bad mood today, dude. watch out.
what's the problem, man?
I dunno. but I've got this feeling, like. I dunno.
hey, forget it. we all have those moments.
I dunno, man. it's something. I just wanna. . .
wanna what?
like, all of a sudden. I just want to. . . break things, like everything.
that's weird, man. truly weird.
yeah. can't figure it out.
bivouac
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we dig in here, boys.
what's the timetable, sir?
set a perimeter. get some rest. we fight tomorrow.
do we have a chance, sir?
a chance. a chance to kick some bug ass.
rhetorically speaking, sir?
right, private. if they have asses, I don't wanna see 'em.
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