The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra (2001)
Ranger Brad: Well again I didn't mean to throw a damper. Believe me that's the last thing I'd like to throw. I don't want to throw anything at all really. But when folks are horribly mutilated, I feel it's my job to tell others. We take our horrible mutilations seriously up in these parts.
Betty Armstrong: I'm sure you do. Honey, the Ranger's just doing his job.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Of course he is. I'm sorry Ranger Brad. I guess all this talk of horrible mutilation has me on edge.
Ranger Brad: That's all right Dr. Armstrong. This horrible mutilation has a whole lot of people on a whole lot of edges.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Seriously, Betty, you know what this meteor could mean to science. If we find it, and it's real, it could mean a lot. It could mean actual advances in the field of science.
Ranger Brad: Oh, say... You don't believe those old legends about the Lost Skeleton of Cadavra, do you?
Dr. Roger Fleming: Ranger Brad, I'm a scientist, I don't believe in anything.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Dinner was delicious, honey. Keep cooking like that and I won't even be able to move, let alone do science.
Betty Armstrong: That'd suit me fine, Mr. Meteor.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Ouch, that hurt. Tomorrow let's say you and I go searching for our rocky glowing radioactive friend from space... together.
Betty Armstrong: Paul Armstrong, I do believe there's hope for you yet. Shake on it?
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Why shake when we can touch other things... like lips?
Skeleton: I sleep now.
Ranger Brad: I've seen a bear do things, well... even things that even a bear wouldn't do.
Dr. Roger Fleming: Even when I was a child, I was hated by skeletons!
Dr. Paul Armstrong: As a scientist I just wish I could appreciate more things like cabins... bicycles...
Lattis: Kro-Bar, Kro-Bar!
Kro-Bar: What is it, my woman? You need not yell because of my proximity.
Lattis: I yell not from the volume required by great distance but from happy excitement.
Dr. Roger Fleming: I've got to get that meteor but how? How? There must be a way inside that cabin. Think! Think! Cabin... cabin... cabin.
Lattis: I am strangely drawn to this inverted cloth funnel and its wonderful softness.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: I might just be a test-tube-tipping lab jockey who's looked at too many shiny rocks for far too long but something tells me you know more about this than you're letting on.
Kro-Bar: Sorry, sometimes my wife forgets that she is not an alien from outer space.
Skeleton: [using mind control] Bring the meteor to the skeleton.
Kro-Bar: [using mind control] Bring the atmosphereum to Kro-Bar and Lattis.
Betty Armstrong: I must make a skeleton meatier using a crowbar covered in lettuce.
[Dr. Roger Fleming steals the Atmosphereum and immobolizes Kro-Bar and Lattis]
Dr. Roger Fleming: Not moving very fast now, are you my interplanetary friends?
Kro-Bar: So this is your idea of sharing.
Lattis: It's not like Marvan sharing at all. This must be Earth sharing.
Dr. Roger Fleming: You'll find much of Earth sharing works this way. It's really more like I'm sharing with myself.
Kro-Bar: If I could only reach you, we'd share... pain.
Lattis: Who knows how many untold millions will die by its hand?
Kro-Bar: If only it did have hands, my woman. If only it did have hands.
Betty Armstrong: I hope the owners don't mind their dishes holding a radioactive meteor.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Don't eat the meteor by mistake, whatever you do.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Seriously, we'll clean the dishes before we go.
Skeleton: You must find the atmosphereum.
Animala: Amish Terrarium. Must find Amish terrarium.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: I don't understand. Why does she need an Amish terrarium?
Betty Armstrong: Don't the Amish live in open air, like us?
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Of course, Betty, it's absurd. Putting the Amish in glass cases would be inhumane.
The Farmer: Stay on this road here, past Dead Man's Curve, you'll come to an old fence, called The Devil's Fence. From there, go on foot till you come to a valley known as The Cathedral Of Lost Soap. Smack in the center is what they call Forgetful Milkman's Quadrangle. Stay right on The Path Of Staring Skulls and you come to a place called Death Clearing. Cabin's right there, can't miss it.
Almost everyone in the film at one point or another: Oh well.
Lattis: You are different from the other humans. More disgusting, I think.
Skeleton: I HAVE RISEN!
Kro-Bar: Yes, it is different this earth as it is called but then are we of the planet Marva as we call our planet not also strange and different to this planet and its people also?
Lattis: You think the earth people think we are strange, you think? It is strange how the ways of different people on different planets differ.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Looks like a perfect day for hunting space rocks, wouldn't you say Betty?
Betty Armstrong: Oh Paul, I'm frightened.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Wh-what is it darling? What's the matter? Tell me?
Betty Armstrong: I don't know. Nothing I can put my finger on. Not something I can see or touch or feel. But something I can't quite see or touch or feel or put my finger on.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Oh well. Shall we find that meteor?
Skeleton: Stop that giggling. It makes me uncomfortable.
Skeleton: There is a radioactive element known as Atmospherium. You must find this and bring it to me.
Dr. Roger Fleming: I-I will. I'll find Atmospherium, and bring it to you!
Skeleton: That's what I just suggested. When I am brought back to life, together you and I will rule the world, together.
Dr. Roger Fleming: But-but how? How will I find it?
Skeleton: That is for you to know; that's not my problem. I sleep now.
Skeleton: I cannot wait so long. She-she will help me- the housewively one. Hi, Betty!
Ranger Brad: Lissen. I don't wanna frighten you folks but a farmer nearby was horribly mutilated, and I thought I should tell other folks, folks like yourselves, so that maybe... just maybe, you wouldn't be horribly mutilated, too.
Betty Armstrong: Well, I've certainly never been horribly mutilated, but I don't wanna start now. Thank you!
Kro-Bar: Good work, Lattis. The human where-abouter has led us right to where the humans are. Evidently these beings like primitive, almost rustic, structures.
Lattis: How foolish they are.
Dr. Roger Fleming: [watching, out of sight] Aliens... from outer space.
Kro-Bar: Careful my love, for we must seem to like such things now, like this foolish structure and all things human.
Lattis: I catch on, my Kro-Bar. Almost as if we were... pretending.
Kro-Bar: Pretending... I like the way you put things, my Queen. Mysterious, and yet perfectly understandable.
Lattis: Oh well. We waste time on amusement. On with the pretending.
Lattis: I like my dress so very much. That is what I can do.
Betty Armstrong: Moons... teaspoons... that's all gibberish to me I'm afraid.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: The only person I want in that pretty little head of yours is me.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: From now on, I'll stick to science, and leave the hunting alien mutants to the experts!
Betty Armstrong: Well, I suppose if I had wanted a safe life, I wouldn't have married a man who studies rocks.
Skeleton: You! You shall be the bride of the Lost Skeleton!
Dr. Roger Fleming: Sorry, I'd love to stay, but I have a skeleton to bring to life.
Skeleton: That would be me!
Betty Armstrong: Paul, you're not well enough. You hardly touched your pudding.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: If I'm wrong about my hunch, Betty, I'll buy you enough pudding to go to the moon and back!
Betty Armstrong: Wher-where am I? What happened?
Dr. Paul Armstrong: It's alright Betty, you were just doing some very stupid things.
Kro-Bar: Aliens? Us? Is this one of your Earth "jokes"?
The Farmer: It's okay, bossy, I'm here now. There, there bossy, there, there. No, no! You're not Bossy! You're not Bossy!