Various Martians: Ack! Ack! Ack!
Martian Translator Device: All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a harvest.
General Decker: What the hell does that mean?
[Watching an alien on TV]
First Lady: [after seeing the Martians for the first time] I'm not allowing that thing in my house.
President Dale: Sweetie, we may have to. The people expect me to meet with them.
First Lady: Well they're not going to eat off the Van Buren china.
Martian Translator Device: Don't run! We are your friends!
General Casey: [talking on phone] Hello? This is General Casey. I get to meet the Martian Ambassador! Ain't that great? Oh, it's a hell of an honor. But didn't I always tell you honey, if I just stayed in place and never spoke up, good things are bound to happen. Yeah... Ok
[makes kissing noises and ends the phone call]
First Lady: [as the chandelier is falling on her] The Nancy Reagan chandelier!
[Challenging a Martian to a fistfight]
Byron Williams: No weapons! No tricks! Just you and me! Byron Williams! The heavyweight champion of the world!
President Dale: Rest assured that we will soon come out at a very real outcome.