- Sly Morgan: My God, Tyron! The most delicate operation in the history of the world, and you have to go and stick your mentally retarded relos into the frame!
- Ocker Tyron: This stupid bird thinks you're building a leisure centre! What's the problem?
- Sly Morgan: Oh, no problem! None at all! Only that I'm in business with a brain-dead corporate yobbo, who's idea of clinching a real-estate deal is to send round a bunch of neanderthal nazis to organise a bloody pogrom!
- Security Guard: Nobody Move!
- [burst of machine gun fire]
- Security Guard: What are you doing? State your business!
- Zimmerman: When I say so, Karen, duck out to the right. CD, Rachel, CD, go to the left. Walter, stay in the light.
- Walter: Nice. Can I dig a hole?
- Zimmerman: Give them a focus. If we all disappear, they might open up again.
- Security Guard: Hey! What the hell are you mumbling about? If you've got something to say, you say it to me.
- Zimmerman: Now!
- Security Guard: Get in the light! All of you, get back in the light.
- Walter: Hey, hey, hey, what's with the orders, man? Did we get married or something? I didn't notice. What about the please word here? It wouldn't hurt, you know
- Security Guard: Everybody get back in the light immediately. This is private property.
- Walter: No man, that
- [pointing to other side of the fence]
- Walter: is private property. This is the desert, and it belongs to the stars. We are star travelers, and we come in peace.
- [Zimmerman knocks out security guard]
- Walter: Except him.
- CD: Look Rachel, supposing you do get through to this bloke, so what?
- Rachel: Will you stop saying 'so what', you know all you ever bloody say is 'so what'. You know what'll be written on your grave: Colin Dobson is dead, so what?
- CD: Well, I'll tell you what'll be written on your grave: next week's date, that's what.
- Chrissie: You're screwing me, Larry. Which for a guy who seems to have no balls, phew, quite an achievement.
- Walter: [about Zimmerman] This young man had his undercarriage shot off in Vietnam. He's, eh, comparatively unfamiliar with ladies lingerie.
- Rachel: Look, I've gotta say this, ok? It's clear to me you and Zimmerman ceased to absorb all cultural influences the day Jim Morrison died, and I can accept that, but I can't accept you calling me 'baby', 'sweetchild' and particularly not 'love-groover'. Ok?
- Karen: I think somebody needs a cuddle.
- Zimmerman: [takes off his sunglasses] Jim Morrison's not dead.
- Walter: There's a little piece missing in all of us, mate. With you, it's a chick. With Zimmerman, it's his gonads. With me... it's the years nineteen sixty seven to nineteen seventy... two.