Men in Black 3 Quotes

Agent J: [Neuralizing a crowd of bystanders] Okay, you know how you're on a airplane and the flight attendant asks you to turn your cell phone off? And you're like, "I ain't turning my cell phone off. That ain't have nothing to do with no damn airplane." Well, this is what we get. That's what happens. It gets up there, bounces around on the satellite, then blam! Just turn your

damn cell phone off. Now you're gonna drive off a cliff tonight 'cause your GPS don't work.

Coney Island Hippie: Far out, man!
[touches Boris' motorcycle]
Boris The Younger: If you want to keep that, I wouldn't!
Coney Island Flower Child: Make love, not war!
Boris The Younger: I prefer to do both.
[Both hippies laugh. Boris forces an awkward laugh, then the hippies stare at him

awkwardly. He laughs again, and once more as he drives off]

[from trailer]
Agent J: Knuckles, you know you're not supposed to be north of Canal Street!
Hood: Who's Knuckles?
[a graffiti drawing comes to life in front of the hood]
Knuckles: Relax, punk. They're looking for me, not you!
Agent J: Crazy, right? Two grown men talking to the wall, wall talking back? It's a

mess. Hey, don't even worry about it.
[flashes the neuralyzer]

Agent J: Can you promise me something, if I go first, you'll do better than that at my funeral? Yeah, something like, uh: "J was a friend. Now there's a big part of me that's gone. Oh, J, all the things I should have said, except I was too old and craggy and surly and just tight. I was too tight. Now, I'm gonna just miss your caramel-brown skin."
Agent K:

I'll wing something.

[J meets Griffin]
Agent J: How's it going?
Griffin: How's it going? Well, that depends. For me personally, it's good. Things are good. Unless, of course, we're in the possible future where the muscle boy near the door gets into an argument with his girlfriend, which causes her to storm away and bump into the guy carrying the stuffed mushroom, who

then dumps the tray onto those sailors on leave and a shoving match breaks out and they crash into the coffee table here. In which case, I gotta move my plate like right now.
[as he speaks, the events he narrates occur]
Griffin: ...or if it's the possible future, in which the pastrami sandwich I'm eating causes me gastric distress. But thankfully your friend, sir,

will offer some of the antacids he carries in his right pocket. So I'll be good, I'll be good. Except in the case of the possible future where I have to leave in two and a half minutes, just before he has a chance to offer me the antacids. So, on the whole, I'd have to say, not good. I'm not good.
[J stares at Griffin]
Griffin: But that depends.
Agent

J: [looks for his partner] K!

Young Agent K: You said we don't talk, right? Go ahead, ask me any question. Anything you want, just as long as it doesn't have to do with the case... just let her rip.
Agent J: What's up with you and O?
Young Agent K: Me and O?
Agent J: Yeah, you and O.
Young Agent K: All right, all

right... all right, this is it. A while back, I was assigned to keep tabs on a musician, Mick Jagger. He was in this British group, Rolling Stones...
Agent J: Rings a bell.
Young Agent K: We believed he's on the planet to breed with Earth women, so I was in London and that's when I met O. She's smart, funny... great smile and we find ourselves in

this pub, Whistler's Bar, warm beer and the worst food you ever ate. We just played darts till the sun came up, neither of us wanted to leave...
Agent J: What the hell happened to you, man?
Young Agent K: I don't know, it hasn't happened yet? Come on, what about you slick? In the future you got yourself a girl?
Agent J: I got

you!