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Who are you? Why have you come here? I'm not sure it can hear you, sir. Of course it can, Dexter! And it's gonna tell us what its objectives are! Sir, there's something very, I dunno, alien about it. What, like. . . Mexican? No sir. I mean it may be, you know, extra-terrestrial. Of course! Which means - good heavens! - it arrived here completely evading detection by our Space Force trackers! If it could do that. . . There could be more! Millions of them, sir! We have to act fast, son. The future of our species is in the crosshairs. What are your orders, sir? Get me a wrench and a screwdriver. Sir? I've got an idea to scare this guy into talking.

Hop in the car, Edna. Where are we going, Stanley? You know how you've always wanted to have a little place to get away from it all? Well, I found it! It's ours! Oh, Stanley! Really? What's it like? It's perfect! Cute! Discreet! Tucked away and almost invisible! I can't wait to check it out! We're about 2 miles from it now. You’ll be able to see it any second.

There they go again. Who? My former classmates at angel school. Show-offs. You're an angel? Would be if I wasn't kicked out. Look at them. They're just rubbing it in. Really? That wouldn't be nice; but aren't they just, you know, clouds? No. And trust me. They've got it made. They don't have to be nice. But if they're angels, by definition they must be perfect, right? Don't believe everything you read. Bummer. Tell me about it.

Boss, that posse is closin' in fast. You got a plan? I surely do, Slim: we keep a-riding through this here arroyo. Come out the other side. We'll be long gone afore they figure out where we went. Good idea, boss, except for one thing. What's that? This here's a blind canyon. Only one way in, and one way out. You don't say? That's a fack. Well sir, I wish you'd a-told me that before we led the horses all the way in, what with that posse breathing down our necks. I was fixin' to, but figured you knew what you were doin', you know, bein' the boss 'n all. I guess that's natural. Truth is, though, this is my first bank job. Is that so? You never mentioned that in the job interview. Well sir, it is. And from the look of it, it's gonna be my last. That's just a darn shame. I truly thought this gang had potential. Looks like it's gonna be the end of a rope for us, Slim. A cruel fate, and I am truly sorry to hear you say it. That makes for the two of us, I'm sure.

Base to Probe: do you copy? Hello Base. We are preparing for lift-off. What's the deal, Carl? We were expecting you hours ago. Copy that, Marv. We've had a few glitches on our end. What kind of glitches? Uh, the denizens of this so-called planet are extremely curious. They've been climbing all over the spacecraft, treating it as some kind of architectural artifact. They are of no concern to us, Carl. Do whatever you have to do to get back here. I'm on it, Marv. The blast radius should incinerate the trespassers. I'll advise when we clear orbital velocity. Good. Would you like us to grab a few of these irritating specimens? I know you like them well-done. Extra-crunchy? I can't say no that, Carl. You da man. These creatures would never agree, but thanks.

Where are you going? Nowhere. And everywhere. What do you mean? I walk the earth. I sometimes do too, but usually to get somewhere. Besides, I don't have a car. Ok, well, call me when you get. . . wherever. You want to just drive me? Hop in. Where to? Actually, I thought you might know.

This ain't the place, Louie. How do you know, boss? It's a firehouse, that's how. So? Can't he be in there? Nah. He ain't no fireman. What is he? A rat. A dirty, stinkin' no-good lousy rat, is what he is. Right. He probably ain't in there, then. Keep looking. There's a rat's nest around here somewhere. Right boss. And wherever it is, you can bet he'll be in it.

Did you see that hitchhiker we just passed? Yeah, I saw him. Why didn't you stop? With the world as insane as it is? Plus, I recognized that look. We'd have been hijacked in minutes, if not worse. I don't get it. What did you recognize? Myself. And don't ask me how I got this car.

I'm the one who wants to be with you. Deep downI hope you feel it too. (But, actually, I'm not counting on it.)

Where've you been, Stanley? Hi Edna. At confession. How'd it go? Actually, it was great! Really? Guess what Father Herb told me. All those things we do? Turns out, they're not a sin! What? None of them? Just about! Can you believe it? Not even. . . you know. Not even that! The lord doesn't care! Who knew? Wow. And what about that other thing? You mean. . . ? Yeah. Father Herb says forget it. That's a sin. Definitely. It is? Yeah. But screw it! That's what confession is for, right? Yay!

I think I want those two. I told you. You can only have one. Why? That's not fair! Fair has nothing to do with it. Yeah? Then what does? How would we get them out of here? What do you mean? I mean without getting caught! Even just one is almost impossible. Wait a minute. Are you saying this stuff isn't yours? Where exactly do you think we are? Uh, your house? Really? A house that takes up an entire city block? With guards in every room, and a big sign on the front that says "Museum?" I did wonder about that a little. I am relieved to hear it.

Good morning, Lord. I'm not in a good mood, archangel. What's the problem, Lord? Humans. Their guns. The bullshit machismo non-stop killing. Very troubling, isn’t it. It's a sickness is what is. A defect in their nature. One for which they will pay. Pay? How so,Lord? Do I have to spell it out for you, archangel? Well, you do work in. . . you know, mysterious ways. This won't be so mysterious. No? Let's just say the Arcturans will be very pleased. Ah, your latest world. And a much improved one over its predecessor. But Arcturans don't even know what guns are. Right. They don't need to.

Another perfect sunset, eh Vern? Sure is. I wonder where the sun goes after it disappears like that. What do you mean? I mean, does it go and shine on the bottom of the earth? Vern, are you saying what I think you're saying? What, that the earth is flat? It's a fact. Did you actually graduate from college? First in my class. Everyone knows I'm a genius. Of course they do.

Good morning, ma'am. Are you ready for breakfast? Yes, Serge. I'll take it in the small sun room. Excellent. I'll get it ready. Shall I light the chandeliers? That would be nice, Serge. Of course, ma'am

Hey, Axel. What's new? What's up, Miles? How do you like my new place? New place? You're gonna live here? Oh yeah. Just a few things to clear out. I'm concerned that there's mice though. Yeah? Yeah.I saw one. How big? Not big. Like from your wrist to your elbow. Dude. You ever see a mouse before? Well, no. I hate to say this, but I don't think you have clear idea of what a mouse looks like. Maybe not. Definitely not.

Slave! I need you! Yes, Lord Ba'al. I've noticed things are slipping lately. Here at the palace, Lord? No, you idiot! At the New Jersey used car lot! Inventory is getting out of control! The drivable cars are selling, sire. Not them! Any moron can sell a car that runs! It's those useless pieces of toxic waste! They're costing me money! I'll convey that to your lot manager. Remind him that my instruments of torture aren't just for looks. Certainly, o merciful one. I've always wondered what those big red balls are for. That's kind of personal, slave. Bring them to me. Well oiled as usual? Definitely.

Think we lost 'em? I dunno, Lou. We better hurry. good thing we left the boat here. Uh. . . the boat? The getaway boat! Say, where is it, Donny? You didn't say nothin' about a getaway boat, Lou. Whaddya mean? What I mean is: can you swim? Shit! Are there sharks? Don't worry. Not today. Sure? Pretty sure.

I think I'll miss him, Vinny. Miss who, Eddie? You know: Pauley. That turd? Good riddance I say. C'mon. He had his good points. Well, whatever points he had, you can say goodbye to them. How am i gonna do that? He's gone. He's closer than you think. Whaddya mean? He's in the trunk, is what I mean.