President Whitmore: Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. Mankind, that word should have new meaning to all of us. We cannot be consumed by our petty differences anymore. Perhaps it is fate that today is the fourth of July, and we will once again be fighting for our freedom. But not for freedom from tyrrany or oppression or persecution. We're fighting for our right to live, to exist. And should we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day when the world stood up and declared in one voice that we will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight! We're going to live on! We're going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day!
President Thomas Whitmore: Sir, regardless of what you may have read in the tabloids, there have never been any spacecraft recovered by our government. Take my word for it, there's no Area 51. There's no recovered spaceship.
Albert Nimziki: Uh, excuse me, Mr. President. That's not entirely accurate.
Gen. Gray: Are you all right?
President Thomas Whitmore: I saw... Its thoughts. I saw what they're planning to do. They're like locusts. They're moving from planet to planet... Their whole civilization. After they've consumed every natural resource they move on... And we're next. Nuke 'em. Let's nuke the bastards.
President Thomas Whitmore: The only mistake I ever made was to appoint a sniveling little weasel like you Secretary of Defense. However, that is a mistake, I am happy to say, that I don't have to live with. Mr. Nimziki... You're fired.
Constance: Now what do we do?
President Thomas Whitmore: Address the nation. There's gonna be a lot of frightened people out there.
Constance: Yeah. I'm one of 'em.
President Thomas Whitmore: It's a fine line between standing behind a principle and hiding behind one. You can tolerate a little compromise, if you're actually managing to get something accomplished.
Clay Gregory: I borrowed a hundred k from a man whose first and last names end in vowels, and ever week I owe him a new thousand dollars in interest and when I come up just a little short. He's got this very fun game that likes to play with thumbs. I hired a private detective for fifty percent, but now that I know where you are I am perfectly willing to spend all the money I have in hiring a clinical sociopath to take it from you, and fuck you through the eye socket just FOR FUN.
Mystery Man: We've met before, haven't we.
Fred Madison: I don't think so. Where was it you think we met?
Mystery Man: At your house. Don't you remember?
Fred Madison: No. No, I don't. Are you sure?
Mystery Man: Of course. As a matter of fact, I'm there right now.
Fred Madison: What do you mean? You're where right now?
Mystery Man: At your house.
Fred Madison: That's fucking crazy, man.
Mystery Man: Call me. Dial your number. Go ahead.
Bryan Denton: Sometimes all it takes is a voice, one voice that becomes a hundred, then a thousand, unless it's silenced.
Dargent Peytraud: Ahh, Doctor Alan! Why are you in Haiti, Doctor Alan?
Dennis Alan: It says there on the passport I'm a tourist. I came to see the sights.
Dargent Peytraud: Yes, happy happy happy island people! Then why visit an insane asylum?
Dennis Alan: I'm an anthropologist, it's a tax write off. Hope you're not with the IRS.