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President Whitmore: I have a confession to make. I'm sleeping next to a beautiful young brunette. Marilyn: You didn't let her stay up all night watching TV, did you? President Whitmore: Of course not. [pause] Patricia: Daddy let me watch Letterman. President Whitmore: Traitor.

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Marty: David! David, what the hell's the point of having a beeper if you aren't even gonna turn it on?!?! David: It was turned on, I was ignoring you. Hello, what's the uh... what's the big emergency? Marty: It started this morning, every station's making like it's the 1950s... we got static, we got snow, all kinds of distortions! David: Wait! Marty- Marty: Nobody even knows- David: .....What the hell are you doin'? There's a reason we have... bins labeled recycle! What the hell's goin' on?! My god in heaven! Marty: So sue me, DAVID! We have a problem!

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Constance: Now what do we do? President Whitmore: Address the nation. There's gonna be a lot of frightened people out there. Constance: Yeah. [in Whitmore's ear] I'm one of 'em. [Whitmore looks back at her then to the ship]

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Marty: I know, Ma. Just try and stay calm! David: Tell her to pack up and leave town. Marty: Why?! What happened?! David: Just do it! Marty: [to the phone] Ma! Ma, listen! Uh, get your stuff together, and head for Aunt Esther's. Don't argue with me! Just go! [hangs up] David, why'd I just send my mother to Atlanta? David?! David, talk to me! David: Did you hear me tell you that the signal in the satellite feed is slowly recycling down to extinction? Marty: Not really. David: It's a countdown. Marty: A countdown? Wait, a countdown to what, David?! David: Uh, it's like in chess. First you strategically position your pieces. Then, when the timing's right, you strike. [turns Marty's attention to the monitor] See? They're positioning themselves all over the world usin' this one signal to synchronize their efforts. In approximately six hours, the signal's gonna disappear, and the countdown's gonna be over. Marty: And then what? David: Checkmate. Marty: [gasps] Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I gotta

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Jimmy: You scared, man? Steven: No. You? Jimmy: Nope. [pauses; leans head on Steven's shoulder] Hold me. Steven: Hey, pay attention. Colonel: Something you wanna add to this briefing, Captain Hiller? Steven: No, sir. I'm just a little anxious to get up there and whup E.T.'s ass. That's all. Colonel: And you'll get your chance. You'll all get your chance. Good hunting. Dismissed! Jimmy: [as the pilots prepare to suit up] Let's kick the tires and light the fires, big daddy!

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Nimzicki: Shut up! Captain, get him out of here! Julius: Hey, don't tell him to shut up! [lets it sink in] You'd all be dead now if it wasn't for my David! None of you did anything to prevent this! General Grey: There was nothing we could do! We were totally unprepared for this! Julius: Bah! Don't give me "unprepared"! Constance: Come on, Julius, come on.... [tries to take Julius back] Julius: It was, what? In the 19-- what, 50s? Whatever; when you had that spaceship. David: Dad. Julius: Yeah, that thing you found in New Mexico! Where was that? David: Dad, no, not the spaceship, no. Julius: Roswell. Roswell, New Mexico, yeah! No, you had the spaceship and you had the bodies! They were locked up in a, in a bunker. Where was that? David? Constance: I don't know. Julius: In Area 51, right? Area 51?! You knew then! [hissing] And you did nothing! President Whitmore: Sir, regardless of what you may have read in the tabloids, there has never been any spacecraft recovered by our government. Ta

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President Whitmore: I don't understand, where does all this come from? How do you get funding for something like this? Julius: You don't actually think they spend $20,000 on a hammer, $30,000 on a toilet seat, do you? Steven: Sir, I'm really anxious to get back to El Toro. General Grey: [calmly] Hasn't anyone told you? El Toro has been completely destroyed.

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Dr. Okun: Release me... Major Mitchell: Open the door, get him out of there. General Grey: Wait! Dr. Okun/Alien: Release me! Now! NOW! President Whitmore: I know there is much we can learn from each other, if we can negotiate a truce. We can find a way to co-exist. Can there be a peace between us? Dr. Okun/Alien: Peace?.... No peace... Whitmore: What is it you want us to do? Dr. Okun/Alien: Die... Die...