Harry Block: Liar, liar, pants on fire!
[after having Ira and Harry thrown out of the base]
Brigadier Gen. Russell Woodman: Don't you have work to do?
Dr. Allison Reed: You are such an asshole!
[She storms off]
Col. Flemming: You know, when a woman expresses anger, it's often because she...
Brigadier Gen. Russell Woodman: Shut up.
[first lines]
[At night, Wayne drives out to a shack in the desert and places a mannequin inside it. He is wearing a yellow fireman's coat, without a fire department's name on it]
Wayne Grey: Despite all the warnings, she was smoking in bed, fell asleep. Bad move.
[He sloshes gasoline inside the shack and strikes a match]
Wayne Grey:
And the fire begins. Showtime!
[Hollering in fake excitement, he charges into the shack]
Wayne Grey: Don't worry, ma'am, I'm here to save you!
[He pulls the mannequin out, then shouts to an imaginary crowd:]
Wayne Grey: Keep those people back! This is an emergency!
[He dumps the mannequin on the ground, pulls his coat off, and
pretends to start CPR]
Wayne Grey: Don't you dare die on me! Breathe, dammit, breathe! She's gonna make it! She's gonna make it!
[Looking up triumphantly to the imaginary crowd, he sees the asteroid in the night sky, heading straight toward him]
Wayne Grey: What the - ?
[When Ira first examines the microorganisms from the meteorite, the computer's DNA analysis reads: 4 Base Pairs: DNA Terrestrial. 10 Base Pairs: DNA Unknown]
Ira Kane: [stunned] Ten base pairs. That can't be.
Ira Kane: You sure this leads to the main cavern?
Harry Block: It'll definitely lead us somewhere. Geology is not an exact science.
[Lieutenant Cryer has interrupted the briefing of the Governor to call attention to the command site's video monitors]
Governor Lewis: [angrily] All right, what's going on down there?
[Another video monitor reveals a Bigfoot-like creature skulking toward the camera with a menacing expression]
Ira Kane: My God. They've evolved into primates.
Wayne Grey: Aughh. Now, that's a face for radio!