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Narrator: From the moment the invaders arrived, breathed our air, ate, and drank, they were doomed. They were undone, destroyed, after all of man's weapons and devices had failed, by the tiniest creatures that God in his wisdom put upon this earth. By the toll of a billion deaths, man had earned his immunity, his right to survive among this planet's infinite organisms. And that right is ours against all challenges. For neither do men live nor die in vain. (Ace Goodman)
Ogilvy: This is not a war any more than there's a war between "Men and Maggots"... This is an extermination. (Ace Goodman)
Ogilvy: They've been planning this for a million years. And these are only the first. They'll keep coming. (Ace Goodman)
Ray Ferrier: There's nothing living in that direction! (Ace Goodman)
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Ray Ferrier: We're leaving this house in 60 seconds. (Ace Goodman)
Ray Ferrier: Get in, Manny, or you're gonna die! (Ace Goodman)
Narrator: No-one would have believed in the early years of the twenty-first century that our world was being watched by intelligences greater than our own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns, they observed and studied, the way a man with a microscope might scrutinize the creatures that swarm and multiple in a drop of water. With infinite complacency, men went to and fro about the globe, confident of our empire over this world. Yet across the gulf of space, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic regarded our planet with envious eyes and slowly, and surely, drew their plans against us. (Ace Goodman)
To Victoria Beckham: So why exactly do they call you Posh? (Ace Goodman)
John: Hello, Michael. I want to play a game. So far, in what mostly could be called your life, you have made a living watching others. Society would call you an informant. A rat. A snitch. I call you unworthy of the body you possess. Of the life you've been given. Now we will see if you are willing to look inward, rather than outward, to give up the one thing you rely on in order to go on living. The device around your neck is a death mask. The mask is on a string timer. If you do not locate the key in time, the mask will close. Think of it like a Venus Flytrap. What you're looking at right now is your own body, not more than two hours ago. Don't worry, you're sound asleep, and can't feel a thing. Taking into account that you are at a great disadvantage here, I am going to give you a hint as to where I have hidden the key. So listen carefully. The hint is this: It's right in front of your eye. How much blood would you shed to stay alive, Michael? Live or die... Make your choice. (Ace Goodman)
John: Oh yes, there will be blood. (Ace Goodman)
Sarge: I'm not supposed to die! (Ace Goodman)
Sarge: Kill them all, let God sort them out. (Ace Goodman)
Sarge: Shoulder your fucking weapon, soldier! (Ace Goodman)
John Grimm: Like The Kid said, "Go to Hell"! (Ace Goodman)
Duke: Reaper, please tell me you didn't let a fine piece of ass like that get away from you?
John Grimm: She's my sister. (Ace Goodman)
Sarge: Big... Fucking... Gun! (Ace Goodman)
Samantha Grimm: Reaper? As in grim?
John Grimm: We're marines Sam, not poets. (Ace Goodman)
Samantha Grimm: Reaper? As in Grim Reaper?
John Grimm: We're soldiers Sam, not poets. (Ace Goodman)
Pinky: [a standoff between Grimm and Sarge is interrupted by a growling from behind Pinky] There's something behind me, isn't there? (Ace Goodman)
Sarge: What, you're going to shoot me now?
John Grimm: Yeah, I was thinking about it. (Ace Goodman)
Sarge: You gonna shoot me?
John Grimm: Was thinking about it
Sarge: How much you got left?
John Grimm: [looks at gun] About half a clip, you?
Sarge: [points BFG] One round (Ace Goodman)
Sarge: Semper Fi, motherfucker! (Ace Goodman)
[takes hold of the BFG3000]
Sarge: Aaaaawwww shit... (Ace Goodman)
Regina George: Why do you wear your hair like that? Your hair looks so sexy pushed back. Cady, will you please tell him his hair looks sexy pushed back? (Ace Goodman)
Mrs. George: [as Regina and her boyfriend are making out on Regina's bed] Can I get you guys anything? Some snacks? A condom? Let me know! Oh, God love ya. (Ace Goodman)
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