Whitley Strieber: [as an Alien readies the Rectal Probe] Can we talk this over? It looks like you're going to sing White Christmas...
Whitley Strieber: [Doppleganger scene] I am you. And you are me. And we are here. I am the dreamer and you are the dream.
Anne Strieber: Where are you going?
Whitley Strieber: I'm going out for some cigarettes.
Anne Strieber: You don't smoke.
Whitley: You've broken my mind.
Whitley Strieber: Crack the whip! Drive the slaves off to another cocktail party. Make them babble about Glasnost, I've lost another day here!
Anne Strieber: You think I don't know what you do? If it's not the Crystal in the Sky, you're flying around the room! Little people, and some of them are blue. This is such bad material it's MAGAZINE writing! So who's been working on your stuff? You get to a certain age and blah, blah, blah? You know what I think? I think you're laughing to my face.
Whitley Strieber: [Disturbed under hypnosis] I CAN'T GET OUT OF THIS!
Whitley Strieber: You know what he's doing in there? The old Romanian turn-on! Ze spirits ov ze vulfs!
Anne Strieber: [as her son sulks in the playground] . He won't talk to me, I'm a girl!
Whitley Strieber: [Under hypnosis] The world is blowing up. My son is dead.
Andrew Strieber: [Asking about God] So we're all alone except for the little blue doctors? Can I dream Dad's dream?
Whitley Strieber: The world is getting so small, it would be nice to meet someone new!
Anne Strieber: There are many faces of God, Masks of God. It scared me, because you went so far away from me. They gave you a gift. You'd better use it.
Whitley Strieber: It's been an Ice Age. I've missed you. The old Ball and Chain.
Whitley Strieber: Then there's the other thing. The rectal thing.
Dr. Friedman: Well it happens, you know? Even to men.
Whitley Strieber: You are not going to let us see you. That's a good idea.
Anne Strieber: You were frightened by a Halloween Mask?
Whitley Strieber: Yes.
Anne Strieber: A Halloween Mask frightened you?
Whitley Strieber: Is there an echo? Yes.
Alien Abductee 2: We have to make this experience work for us.
Whitley Strieber: There are wolves in the closet, wolves in the basement, wolves all over the place. They work in advertising. They sell junk food and beer. They eat gigantic hamburgers and they drink cold beers with the baseball games and the TV and the bags of the potato chips that are big enough to feed a horse. They have a lot of fun. They go to baseball games, they have a heck of a good time.
Whitley Strieber: [Doppleganger] It is a puzzle box. And you're not going to get to see what's inside. Let's just get that clear.
Whitley Strieber: Look at me, I'm naked! I'm talking to you like you're real. Go to Hell!
Whitley Strieber: [after Whitley's final encounter] They invited me to come with them. I had the feeling forever. Then it was morning.
Anne Strieber: They asked you to go away with them?
Whitley Strieber: Yeah... I just came home to get my stuff.
[They start to laugh]
Whitley Strieber: When the doctor hypnotized me, I was supposed to remember prowlers, or something, but in fact, I recall something else. I sure do.
Whitley Strieber: [Holds a hand about three feet above the floor] Little blue f**kers, about that big.
Whitley Strieber: That's not it. I didn't come all this way for you to tell me that that's what it is. Is there something under that because I don't believe that one. It's like a box, a chinese box. You open it and there's another one inside and another one inside, another one inside... You're not gonna let me see you are you?
Whitley Strieber: Awful... Terrible.
Dr. Janet Duffy: What's terrible?
Whitley Strieber: What they did to me.
Dr. Janet Duffy: Now go forward to later that night. Go forward. What happens?
Whitley Strieber: I'm checking out the house.
Dr. Janet Duffy: Why?
Whitley Strieber: In case there might be somebody there, hiding.
Dr. Janet Duffy: Who?
Whitley Strieber: Those things, people.
Dr. Janet Duffy: Did you know about those people then?
Whitley Strieber: Sure.
Dr. Janet Duffy: Did you tell anyone?
Whitley Strieber: I wasn't supposed to.
Anne Strieber: Put your grey pants on, elephants are grey.
Whitley Strieber: [Playing with the elasticated trunk] Is this the front or the back?
Whitley Strieber: He's sending me to a shrinker who specialises in, believe it or not, rape cases.
Anne Strieber: Well, good.
Dr. Janet Duffy: It's okay.
Whitley Strieber: Yes. But if I was in my...
Whitley Strieber: right mind...
Whitley Strieber: I would know that too.
Anne Strieber: You go and see her, she's a professional, her evidence is accepted in court! We have a good home and I'm a good woman! You go and see her or we won't have any marriage left!
Alien Abductee: At least you two have each other. My husband did not have the experience, and he tried to have me committed.
Andrew Strieber: [Walking in the snow] Why are we sad?
Anne Strieber: Andy, what a thing to say.
Andrew Strieber: Well, Dad's sad.
Whitley Strieber: This new book, I'm under a lot of pressure...
Woman on Bus: [Crying] Excuse me, I'm lost, can you tell me if this bus goes to the end of the line?
Whitley Strieber: [Shrugs, moves away. Suddenly sees everyone on the bus as an alien. Pushes his way off the bus] Let me tell you, you folks are in for a big surprise, one very big surprise.
Alien Abductee: I'm not sure I'm comfortable with a writer being here.
Dr. Janet Duffy: Whitley's not here because he's a writer, he's here for the same reason you are.
Andrew Strieber: [listening to haiku] That's a lot of pictures for a few words.