Blaznee:
Well, let's see. We got a torqued-out digi-framus, our mega-spaz redundancy pile is on the blink, and it looks like we bruised our boo-boo.

Deputy Pillsbury:
No license, no registration, no plates, no headlights, no taillights, no WHEELS, and I caught you going 3000 miles per hour. That's

Deputy Pillsbury:
2945 miles per hour in excess of the posted limit.

Blaznee:
Great. There goes my insurance.

Blaznee:
Kids, 3D and driving don't mix.

Captain Bipto:
Meet us at the Wrenchmuller farm. Bipto out.

Blaznee:
Hey, where do you guys grow your wrenchmullers?

Captain Bipto:
We did win, didn't we?

Blaznee:
No, but if we think fast enough we might just live to lie about it.

Pez:
Prepare to die, Earth scum, prepare to die, earth scum. I'm gonna make sure they carve that on your tombstone.

Pez:
The humans are coming. The humans are coming.

Kathy:
But, Dad, they're not really bad, they're just... stupid.

Giggywig:
I'm telling you that ship has got the flight potential of a cement truck.

Enforcer Drone:
I have not yet begun to fight.

Giggywig:
Let me sum up the entire situation in a nutshell: there are five of us, and four billion of them. They have Strategic Air Command, nuclear powered submarines, and John Wayne. We have this.

Captain Bipto:
Is it loaded?

Giggywig:
Let's find out!

Blaznee:
Maybe, you'd better step back and get the big picture here.

Deputy Pillsbury:
Okay...

Deputy Pillsbury:
I've just made a terrible mistake, haven't I?

Blaznee:
Ain't life a bitch?

Sheriff Sam Hoxly:
You wanna bet?