[As he and K approach a drug dealer with a pug dog]
That's the worst disguise ever. That guy's definitely an alien.
(is the dog)
If you don't like it, you can kiss my furry little butt.
Busy, Frank?
Sorry, Kay. I can't talk right now, my ride's leaving in-- [K grabs him] Whoa! Get yer paws off me!
I know nothing.
Not a thing? [Starts to shake him]
[Yelping]
Whoa! Stop it, stop it, stop it! Okay, okay. Rosenberg wasn't some two-bit Arquillian. He was the guardian of a whole galaxy. They thought he'd be safe here on Earth.
And the Bug had other plans?
That galaxy is the best source of subatomic energy in the universe. If the Bugs get their slimy claws on it, kiss the Arquillians goodbye!
[To Frank]
Rosenberg said something about a galaxy on Orion's belt. What's he talking about, Frank?
Beats me.
Beat you? Ok. [Shakes him more violently, even rolling him over in mid-air]
[Whilst being shaken]
THE GALAXY IS HERE!!!
What do you mean "here"?
The galaxy's hundreds and millions of stars and planets. How's it here?
You humans. When're you gonna learn that size doesn't matter? Just 'cause something's important, doesn't mean it's not very, very small.
How small?!
Tiny. Like the size of a marble or a jewel. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta be walked before my flight. [K puts him down]
[K asks J to use the Neuralyzer to wipe his memory, as he wants to go back to the life he had with his girlfriend 35 years ago] [To Agent J]
They're beautiful, aren't they? The stars. I never really look at them anymore, but they actually are quite... beautiful.
Uh, Kay? You're frightening your partner.
[Pointing to the various buttons on the Neuralyzer]
Days, months, years. Always face it forward.
No, you won't. [The Neuralyzer's flash beam eclipses the screen]
[after telling J that they're going to check the "hot sheets," K buys some tabloid newspapers]
These are the hot sheets?
Best investigative reporting on the planet. But go ahead, read the New York Times if you want. They get lucky sometimes.
