Character: Clyde Langer

- What is this all necessary? Looks like a great arcade game.
Is the management of the nuclear fuel rods.
- Just like James bond: take out the rods and shut the reactor, save the world!
- More James bond and Mario.
- Cool, I'm awesome at Mario!
- If we make a mistake, Clyde, you can't just go back to the previous level!

- All is well... Luke was born a boy of twelve, with a teenager I can handle, but with the baby... an alien baby... I need help!
- Don't look at me!
- And me... also...
Well... your mom should understand this.
- If I suddenly start to ask my mom how to take care of the baby, she'll go crazy! In addition, she's an alien! What can we know about it?
- What about Mr. Smith?
Mr. Smith just will not work. Okay, and if you think that you know about it?
With most children the only problem is... that they are written and they are sick.
But she's not blubbering, she breaks things!

I showed him what to do. He's Luke, and then I... Obi-WAN Kenobi.

Technology will evolve, and when I'm forty, my brain will be transplanted into a robot, and I will live forever!

- You have other eyes. I thought they will remain the same... And you can change the color of their skin?
- I can do anything.
- And how many times can you change?
- Five hundred and seven times.

I don't want to be mansakonko, I like my atoms just the way they are!

Oh no! Truman broke my cell phone! I'm a nobody! I don't exist! Public disaster!

When you on the verge of a strange nun and asks about the alien stuff, the first rule - never tell them that you have those things there!