Battlefield Earth (2000)
Terl: While you were still learning how to spell your name, I was being trained to conquer galaxies!
[looking at an overhead photo of a car]
Zete: What is this species?
Terl: Well, according to the Clinko historians, the species is called "dog."
Zete: Obviously the superior race, having the man-animal chauffeur it around.
Zete: Home office is well aware of your academic achievements and obvious talents. That's why we decided not to keep you here for another 5 cycles
Terl: It's a joke, oh thank you sir. I don't know if I could have kept my sanity being here another 5 cycles
Zete: We've decided to keep you here another 50 cycles... with endless options for renewal.
Chirk: I am going to make you as happy as a baby Psychlo on a straight diet of kerbango.
Terl: Crap-lousy ceiling! I thought I told to get some man-animals in here and fix it.
Terl: It is a pleasure to see you, your excellency, and I would be honored to expedite your clearance through security.
Zete: Please, call me Zete. Does all of Earth look like this?
Terl: Oh, I'm afraid so, sir.
Zete: Pathetic. All the green and the blue sky. They told me this planet was ugly, but this has got to be one of the ugliest crap holes in the entire universe.
Terl: I couldn't agree with you more.
Zete: I hate these puny undersized planets. The gravity is so... different.
Terl: Well, one does get used to it.
Zete: And the human animals, grossly undersized.
Ker: They don't make very good eating, your excellency.
Terl: Ker, I'd like you to meet Chirk.
[Ker grunts appreciatively]
Terl: She's, um... she's, um...
Chirk: His soon-to-be newly acquired secretary.
Ker: [eagerly] Really?
Terl: [quietly, to Ker] She's stupid enough not to be a menace, good-looking enough to be decorative; she gets drunk with economical speed...
Terl: [normal voice]
- and has other advantages.
[Chirk extends her very long tongue]
Ker: Ooh. I can see that.
Terl: Attention. This is Terl, your chief of security. Exterminate all man-animals at will, and happy hunting!
Jonnie Goodboy Tyler: Has anyone seen one? A monster? A demon? A BEAST? YAH!
Terl: You are out of your skull bone if you think that I am going to write on the report "shot by man-animal" as the cause of the death unless I see it!
Terl: Who could it be? It's like I'm being given a test! How about...
[slams a severed head on the table]
Terl: your friendly neighbourhood barkeep?