I go out, I work my butt off to make a living. All I want is to come home to a nice clean house with a nice fat steak on the table, but instead I get this. It looks like poison. Don't you take that away, I'm eating that, damn it! It is poison, isn't it? I swear to God, I would not be surprised if it was, the way you skulk around here like a dog that's been hit too much, or ain't been hit enough, I can't make up my mind! You're useless, Beatrice. The only thing that pulls its weight around here is my goddamn truck!

[The Bug's flying saucer smashes into Edgar's truck. Edgar comes out of the house to look at the damage]

Figures.

What the heck is it, Edgar?

Get your big butt back in the house.

[Beatrice goes back inside, while Edgar loads his shotgun and stands over the smoking crater where his truck was parked] [The Bug orders Edgar, yet the viewer cannot see the creature as it is in the crater]

Place projectile weapon on the ground.

You can have my gun.... when you pry it from my cold dead fingers.

Your proposal is acceptable. [A long arm with long, bony digits grabs Edgar, pulls him into the crater and consumes him]