Ferdy:
Look, I'm sorry if I made you angry, Linda.
Linda:
It's not you, Ferdy. I'm just not used to be chased around a mall in the middle of the night by killer robots.
Ferdy:
You know, I got a worry.
Greg:
Report from the front, Ferdy's got a worry.
Rick:
Yeah?
Ferdy:
What if these things can read our minds?
Rick:
It'll be awful mad when it gets to me!
Mike:
Smoking's bad for your health.
Leslie:
I have to have a cigarette, and I have to have one now!
Mike:
[
rubs her leg] Are you for real? Can't you think of anything you'd rather have.
Leslie:
[
shoves him away] No!
Alison Parks:
Hey... Have a nice day!
[
repeated line after the robots kill someone]
Killbots:
Thank you... have a nice day.
Mike:
You always get your way don't you?
Leslie:
When I'm happy, everybody's happy.
Mike:
That's for sure... hand me my badge, would ya?
Leslie:
What's the magic word?
Mike:
Hand me my badge... please
[
she hands him the badge]
Mike:
Thank you.
Leslie:
Oh, Mike...
Mike:
What?
Leslie:
[
flashes him] Hurry back.
Mike:
Count on it.
Alison Parks:
Why Do I have the feeling I'm going to regret this in the morning!
Big Eater:
Waitress, more butter!
Suzie Lynn:
Hey - would I set you up with a slime dog or something? No way, babe.
Suzie Lynn, Alison Parks:
[
together] It is babe, isn't it?
Suzie Lynn:
[
to passing guy] Hey, babe.
Alison Parks:
It is babe, isn't it?
Ferdy:
Nice shot!
Alison Parks:
Dad's a marine.
Greg:
Oh! Fuck the fuchsia it's Friday!
Greg:
Computer, huh? Let's go trash the fucker.
Rick:
Let's send these fuckers a Rambo-gram.
Greg:
Jesus!
Ferdy:
What's that?
Rick:
Robot blood!
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