First Men in the Moon (1964)
The Grand Lunar: You say men cling to different tongues and beliefs. Is there no one ruler?
Joseph Cavor: No. No, every century some despot tries, but up to now no one's succeeded. People like Hannibal, Julius Caesar, Napoleon...
The Grand Lunar: Does this not lead to confusion?
Joseph Cavor: Yes, it does. And worse. Starvation... hostility... even war.
The Grand Lunar: Tell me of war.
Joseph Cavor: Tell you of war? Oh my goodness... Well... it usually starts with a whacking great explosion.
Joseph Cavor: Yet to fight in a war is considered an honor. Well, it's difficult to explain, but men who are killed in battle are heroes. That's odd, isn't it?
The Grand Lunar: Men enjoy to make war?
Joseph Cavor: No. No, they detest it!
The Grand Lunar: Then if they make war, they are defective.
Joseph Cavor: Well... well, we're not perfect. Well, mankind is still developing. We're not, we're not perfect. There are men of peace.
The Grand Lunar: My concern is with the men of violence, the men who kill. Soon others will be coming from Earth. Our galleries will be strewn with dead.
Joseph Cavor: There needn't *be* any others! There needn't *be* any others! I'm the only one who holds the secret of Cavorite.
The Grand Lunar: Then you and your secret will remain here on the Moon.
Arnold Bedford: [shouts] Cavor!
[leaps from hiding]
Arnold Bedford: Cavor, this is not an audience! You're on trial!
[Kate thinks a gun is a good thing to have along]
Joseph Cavor: Madam, the chances of bagging an elephant on the Moon are remote.
Selenite: It's... absolutely... imperial.
Joseph Cavor: Geese, I adore. Chickens, I detest! I've a good mind to make you fly home! All of you! AAHHH! I HATE CHICKENS!