K: “Put up your arms and all your flippers.”
Alien: “He’s coming. He’s coming because I failed him, an’ he’ll kill me too.”
J: “Yeah, well your just pissin’ everybody off today, huh?”
J: “Would you stop that?”
K: “What?”
J: “That thing’s going to give her brain cancer or something!”
K: “Never hurt her before. Look we gotta get all the doors closed off around here. Special Services is going to be here any minute.”
J: “What? Never hurt her before? How many times have you flashy-thinged that poor woman?”
K: “Couple.”
J: “So, you’re not worried about no long-term damage?”
K: “Little.”
J: “Hey, K, have you ever flashy-thinged me?”
K: “No.”
J: “I ain’t playin’ with you K. You ever flashy-thinged me?”
K: "No."
J: “Uhh...K? You’re frightening your partner.”
J: “You do know Elvis is dead, right?”
K: “No, Elvis is not dead. He just went home.”
K: “All right. We’ll just pulsar level 5 with a subsonic implosion factor.”
J: “What??”
K: “Just shoot the damn thing!”
J: “Hey K, na, now come on man. You get a series 4 deatomizer, I, I get a little, little midget cricket? I feel like I’m gonna break this damn thing!”
K: “You remember the little red button?”
J: “Yeah.”
K: “Push the little red button.”
J: “Freeze means don’t move!”
J: “We should contact Dennis Rodman, he’s from that planet.”
L: “Rodman? You’re kidding! --Not a very good disguise.”
J: “You know the difference between you and me? I make this look good.”
J: “All the technology in the universe and we drive a Ford P.O.S.”
J: “It just be raining black men in New York!”
J: ”NYPD means I will Nock Yo Punkass Down!”
Zed: “You’ll dress only in attire specially sanctioned by MiB special services. You’ll conform to the identity we give you, eat where we tell you, live where we tell you. From now on you’ll have no identifying marks of any kind. You’ll not stand out in any way. Your entire image is crafted to leave no lasting memory with anyone you encounter. You’re a rumor, recognizable only as deja vu and dismissed just as quickly. You don’t exist; you were never even born. Anonymity is your name. Silence your native tongue. You’re no longer part of the System. You’re above the System. Over it. Beyond it. We’re ‘them.’ We’re ‘they.’ We are the Men in Black.”
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