What's your line?
Starman
Line?
Work. Whaddya do when you're not hitchin' rides?
Starman
Oh, I make maps.
Make any money?
Starman
I make maps.
Cook [laughs, mistaking his simplicity for resignation about financial rewards] : You don't get rich cookin' either, believe me!
"Greetings" — there — see, that is what he said to Heinmuller out on the road.
George Fox
It's also what the cannibal said to the missionary just before he ate him.
Well, I guess the question is who's the missionary, and who are the cannibals?
Have people from your world been here before?
Starman
Before? Yes. We are interested in your species.
You mean you're some kind of anthropologist? Is that what you're doing here? Just checking us out?
Starman
You are a strange species. Not like any other. And you'd be surprised how many there are. Intelligent but savage. Shall I tell you what I find beautiful about you? [Shermin nods] You are at your very best when things are worst.
According to the AP wire, one of the biggest meteorites in the last 80 years hit last night near Ashland, not far from Chequamegon Bay. So you folks who say you saw a flying saucer over… [Jenny shuts the car radio off]
Jenny Hayden
That's about you isn't it? You really are some kind of … martian or something, aren't you?
What do you want here? What are you doing? What do you want with me? Where are you taking me? Why do you look so much like Scott?
Starman
I can't get no … satisfaction.
Jenny Hayden
That does it. [swerves into the lane of an oncoming van, forcing it off the road, spins her car to a stop, and begins to get out] Help!
You crazy sons of bitches! Whats the matter with you?
Jenny Hayden
Help. Help me please. I'm being kidnapped!
Starman
I send greetings.
What the hell's going on here?
Jenny Hayden
I'm being kidnapped!
Starman
Greetings.
You better let her go pal, I'll give you some greetings.
Starman
Okay?
Jenny Hayden
Okay? Are you crazy? You almost got us killed! You said you watched me, you said you knew the rules!
Starman
I do know the rules.
Jenny Hayden
Oh, for your information pal, that was a yellow light back there!
Starman
I watched you very carefully. Red light, stop; green light, go; yellow light, go very fast.
Starman
Define "Love."
Jenny Hayden
Love is, um … it's when you care … more for someone else than you do for yourself.
But it's not just that it's — it's when someone isn't … a part of you, and when they —
Starman
What?
Jenny Hayden
Scott is dead. He was killed in an accident. When someone you love dies — oh, shit, shit.
Starman
Define "shit."
Jenny Hayden
Don't say that. It's not a nice word.
Starman
Shit.
Jenny Hayden
Don't mind him, he's just learning to speak English.
Well, he's got a hell of a start on it!
Starman
I look like Scott.
Jenny Hayden
Yeah, you do.
Starman
I… Look like Scott … so you do not be... a little bit jumpy.
Starman
I must go back. But there is something I must tell you. I gave you a baby tonight.
Jenny Hayden
No. That is impossible, I can't have a child. I've been to a doctor. A couple of them.
Starman
Believe what I tell you. A boy baby. He will be human — a baby of your husband, but also he will be my baby. He will know everything I know and when he grows to manhood he will be a teacher.
Every goddamn place you go.
Starman
Take it easy!
Up yours!
George Fox
Do you seriously expect me to tell the President that an alien has landed, assumed the identity of a dead housepainter from Madison, Wisconsin and is presently out tooling around the countryside in a hopped-up orange and black 1977 Mustang?
Jenny Hayden
Don't be afraid. I mean you no harm.
Starman
Emergency Transmission. Observation Craft Destroyed. Environment Hostile. Completed Symbiotic Transformation. Rendezvous Third Day Landing Area One.
Starman
I mean you no harm, Jenny Hayden.
Jenny Hayden
You want to know what kidnapped is? Its being dragged out of your house in the middle of the night, by some … whatever you are — being forced to drive all night with a gun pointed at your side and not knowing where you're going or what's going to happen to you when you get there. So if you're going to shoot me, go ahead — because I'd rather be shot than go on being scared to death.