Captured Army Private: Everybody get do-[Explosion cuts him off]

Marine Corps Captain: Our mission Lieutennant, is to delay thier advance until those refugees get to safety! Now keep firing!

Marine Corps Officer: Guidons, Guidons, Black Six. Attack, attack, attack!

Mary Ann: You're out of milk. And everything else.

National Guard Lieutenant: Load the Gustavs, this is gonna be a tough kill!

Reporter: Once the tripods start to move, no more news comes out of that area.

Tim: (awkwardly) I'm.....uh.....I'm gonna wait outside.

Mary-anne: Take care of our kids.
Ray: Mary-Ann, you've got nothing to worry about.

Rachel: I'm allergic to peanut butter.
Ray: Since when?
Rachel: Birth.

Rachel: If everything's okay, why do we have to sleep in the basement? We have perfectly good beds.
Ray: It's, like a slumber-party. [looks around] This is a nice basement...
Rachel: I wanna sleep in my bed. I got back problems.
Ray: Uh, well, you know how on the Weather Channel, when they say a tornado's coming and they tell you to go to the basement for safety? It's like that.
Rachel: There's gonna be tornadoes?
Ray: Okay, Rachel, no more talking.
[Robbie puts his cap on Rachel's head.]
Rachel: Could you be a little nicer to me, God?

Ray: [after a lightning flash] It's okay, you're fine.
Rachael: IT HIT RIGHT BEHIND OUR HOUSE!
Ray: Yeah..uh. It's not gonna hit there again, okay? Because lightning doesn't strike twice in the same place - [lightining begins striking the same place] HOLY SHIT!

Ray: Ketchup.. Mustard.. Tabasco Sauce.. Vinaigrette.. This is good, Robbie, I told you to pack food. What the hell is this?
Robbie Ferrier: That's all that was in your kitchen.

Reporter: Hey, were you on that plane?
[Ray shakes his head]
Reporter: Too bad. Would have made a great story.

Robbie: Is it the terrorists?
Ray: No... this came from someplace else.
Robbie: What, you mean like Europe?
Ray: (Screaming) No Robbie! Not like Europe!

[As the family is chased by a tripod] Is it the terrorists?