Agent J: [As he and K approach a drug dealer with a pug dog] That's the worst disguise ever. That guy's definitely an alien.
Frank the Pug:(is the dog) If you don't like it, you can kiss my furry little butt.
Agent K: Busy, Frank?
Frank: Sorry, Kay. I can't talk right now, my ride's leaving in-- [K grabs him] Whoa! Get yer paws off me!
Agent K: [Aloud] Call the pound, we got a stray!
Agent J: [To a passing pedestrian] Uh, the dog owes my friend money.
Agent K: [To Frank] Arquillians and Bugs, Frank. What do you know about them?
Frank: I know nothing.
Agent K: Not a thing? [Starts to shake him]
Frank: [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.
Agent K: And the Bug had other plans?
Frank: 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!
Agent J: [To K] Ask him about the belt.
Agent K: [To Frank] Rosenberg said something about a galaxy on Orion's belt. What's he talking about, Frank?
Frank: Beats me.
Agent K: Beat you? Ok. [Shakes him more violently, even rolling him over in mid-air]
Agent J: [To another passing pedestrian] We're rehearsing a ventriloquist act.
Frank: [Whilst being shaken] THE GALAXY IS HERE!!!
Agent K: What do you mean "here"?
Agent J: The galaxy's hundreds and millions of stars and planets. How's it here?
Frank: 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.
Agent K: How small?!
Frank: 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]
Agent K: [To Agent J] They're beautiful, aren't they? The stars. I never really look at them anymore, but they actually are quite... beautiful.
Agent J: Uh, Kay? You're frightening your partner.
Agent K: [Pointing to the various buttons on the Neuralyzer] Days, months, years. Always face it forward.
[Agent J puts on his glasses and loads the Neuralyzer]
Agent K: See ya round, J.
Agent J: 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]
Agent J: These are the hot sheets?
Agent K: Best investigative reporting on the planet. But go ahead, read the New York Times if you want. They get lucky sometimes.
Frank the Pug:(is the dog) If you don't like it, you can kiss my furry little butt.
Agent K: Busy, Frank?
Frank: Sorry, Kay. I can't talk right now, my ride's leaving in-- [K grabs him] Whoa! Get yer paws off me!
Agent K: [Aloud] Call the pound, we got a stray!
Agent J: [To a passing pedestrian] Uh, the dog owes my friend money.
Agent K: [To Frank] Arquillians and Bugs, Frank. What do you know about them?
Frank: I know nothing.
Agent K: Not a thing? [Starts to shake him]
Frank: [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.
Agent K: And the Bug had other plans?
Frank: 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!
Agent J: [To K] Ask him about the belt.
Agent K: [To Frank] Rosenberg said something about a galaxy on Orion's belt. What's he talking about, Frank?
Frank: Beats me.
Agent K: Beat you? Ok. [Shakes him more violently, even rolling him over in mid-air]
Agent J: [To another passing pedestrian] We're rehearsing a ventriloquist act.
Frank: [Whilst being shaken] THE GALAXY IS HERE!!!
Agent K: What do you mean "here"?
Agent J: The galaxy's hundreds and millions of stars and planets. How's it here?
Frank: 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.
Agent K: How small?!
Frank: 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]
Agent K: [To Agent J] They're beautiful, aren't they? The stars. I never really look at them anymore, but they actually are quite... beautiful.
Agent J: Uh, Kay? You're frightening your partner.
Agent K: [Pointing to the various buttons on the Neuralyzer] Days, months, years. Always face it forward.
[Agent J puts on his glasses and loads the Neuralyzer]
Agent K: See ya round, J.
Agent J: 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]
Agent J: These are the hot sheets?
Agent K: Best investigative reporting on the planet. But go ahead, read the New York Times if you want. They get lucky sometimes.
Agent J : [As he and K approach a drug dealer with a pug dog] That's the worst disguise ever. That guy's definitely an alien.
Frank the Pug :(is the dog) If you don't like it, you can kiss my furry little butt.
Agent K : Busy, Frank?
Frank : Sorry, Kay. I can't talk right now, my ride's leaving in-- [K grabs him] Whoa! Get yer paws off me!
Agent K : [Aloud] Call the pound, we got a stray!
Agent J : [To a passing pedestrian] Uh, the dog owes my friend money.
Agent K : [To Frank] Arquillians and Bugs, Frank. What do you know about them?
Frank : I know nothing.
Agent K : Not a thing? [Starts to shake him]
Frank : [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.
Agent K : And the Bug had other plans?
Frank : 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!
Agent J : [To K] Ask him about the belt.
Agent K : [To Frank] Rosenberg said something about a galaxy on Orion's belt. What's he talking about, Frank?
Frank : Beats me.
Agent K : Beat you? Ok. [Shakes him more violently, even rolling him over in mid-air]
Agent J : [To another passing pedestrian] We're rehearsing a ventriloquist act.
Frank : [Whilst being shaken] THE GALAXY IS HERE!!!
Agent K : What do you mean "here"?
Agent J : The galaxy's hundreds and millions of stars and planets. How's it here?
Frank : 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.
Agent K : How small?!
Frank : 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]
Agent K : [To Agent J] They're beautiful, aren't they? The stars. I never really look at them anymore, but they actually are quite... beautiful.
Agent J : Uh, Kay? You're frightening your partner.
Agent K : [Pointing to the various buttons on the Neuralyzer] Days, months, years. Always face it forward.
[Agent J puts on his glasses and loads the Neuralyzer]
Agent K : See ya round, J.
Agent J : 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]
Agent J : These are the hot sheets?
Agent K : Best investigative reporting on the planet. But go ahead, read the New York Times if you want. They get lucky sometimes.
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