- Scott Hayden: [holds up his sphere] You can start by telling me what this is.
- Starman: It was a gift... from your father.
- Scott Hayden: How do you know that?
- Starman: I am your father.
- Scott Hayden: My father was a housepainter from Wisconsin.
- Starman: No.
- Scott Hayden: My father is dead!
- Starman: No. Not dead.
- Scott Hayden: So you come here after 14 years with a story like that, and I'm just supposed to believe it, like that?
- Starman: It's the truth.
- Scott Hayden: How do I know that?
- Starman: Because, it's the truth.
- Scott Hayden: This is nuts... well, what am I supposed to say? 'Hi, dad, how was your day?'
- Starman: Ask me questions.
- Scott Hayden: Why did you leave?
- Starman: I couldn't stay.
- Scott Hayden: Why did you come back?
- Starman: You called me. I thought it was your mother, but... it was you.
- Scott Hayden: *I* called you? How?
- Starman: With this. It told me something was wrong.
- Scott Hayden: Look man, I don't know what circus you escaped from, but... I'll see you later...
- [runs away]
- Starman: Wait, Scott - Scott Hayden!
- Scott Hayden: And quit calling me that! My name is Scott! Stay away from her or I'll sic the cops on you!
- [Starman causes Scott's sphere to glow. He drops it in fear and runs]
- Starman: [to Scott] Takes a long time to raise a kid. About 21 years. I have already wasted 14 of them.