George Fox:
Do you seriously expect me to tell the President that an alien has landed, assumed the identity of a dead housepainter from Madison, Wisconsin and is presently out tooling around the countryside in a hopped up orange and black 1977 Mustang?
Jenny Hayden:
Love is, um, it's when you care more for someone else than you do yourself.
Starman:
I watched you very carefully. Red light stop, green light go, yellow light go very fast.
Starman:
Shall I tell you what I find beautiful about you? You are at your very best when things are worst.
Starman:
I send greetings.
Brad Heinmuller:
What the hell's going on here?
Jenny Hayden:
I'm being kidnapped!
Starman:
Greetings.
Brad Heinmuller:
You better let her go pal, I'll give you some greetings.
George Fox:
Good. I'm glad you're here.
Mark Shermin:
What the hell is this about?
George Fox:
You're a man of some scientific attainment. You mean to tell me you don't recgonize an emergency autopsy room when you see one?
Mark Shermin:
With leather tie straps?
George Fox:
You behave yourself Mark.
Cook:
What's your line?
Starman:
Line?
Cook:
Work. Whaddya do when you're not hitchin' rides?
Starman:
Oh, I make maps.
Cook:
Make any money?
Starman:
I make maps.
Cook:
[
to Starman] You're not from around here, are you?
[
Fox looks in diner to verify that Starman and Jenny Hayden have been set free]
George Fox:
Shermin, you are finished. I will have you eviscerated for this.
Mark Shermin:
'ell, as much as I hate to stoop to symbolism.
[
Shermin takes a puff from cigar and blows smoke into Fox's face]
Starman:
Define shit.
Starman:
I gave you a baby tonight.
Starman:
Environment: hostile.
Starman:
Shit!
Jenny Hayden:
Don't mind him. He's just learning English.
Roadhouse Waitress:
Well, he's got a hell of a start on it!
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