War of the Worlds

Ray Ferrier:
Get in, Manny, or you're gonna die!

Ray Ferrier:
We're leaving this house in 60 seconds.

Ray Ferrier:
There's nothing living in that direction!

Mary-Anne:
Take care of our kids.

Ray:
Mary-Anne, you've got nothing to worry about.

Ray:
[after a lightning flash] It's okay, you're fine.

Rachel:
IT HIT RIGHT BEHIND OUR HOUSE!

Ray:
Yeah... uh... it's not gonna hit there again, okay? Because lightning doesn't strike twice in the same- [lightning strikes the same place] HOLY SH*T!

Robbie:
Is it the terrorists?

Ray:
No... this came from someplace else.

Robbie:
What, you mean like Europe?

Ray:
(screaming) NO, ROBBIE! NOT LIKE EUROPE!

[Robbie, Ray and Rachel are fleeing the tripods along the highway]

Robbie:
Where are we going?!

Ray:
We gotta go! We got to be the only working car around here. I'm not stopping until we are clear.

Robbie:
Clear of WHAT?!?!

Ray:
We gotta go!

Robbie:
WHAT IS GOING ON?!?!

Ray:
You saw! We're under ATTACK!!

[Rachel begins to cry and scream hysterically]

Robbie:
By WHO? Who is attacking us?!?!

Ray:
Rachel... Rachel you've got to keep it down Rachel!

[Rachel, still crying, starts to hyperventilate]

Ray:
Rachel! SHUT UP RACHEL! I can't think!!

Robbie:
YOU ARE FREAKING HER OUT!!

Ray:
Well, LOOK, I'M DRIVING!!! DO SOMETHING!!!

[Robbie turns to Rachel and shows her an arm formation]

Robbie:
Okay, put 'em up, Rache. Make the arms. [Rachel copies the formation, still panicking. Robbie holds her arms] This space right here, this is yours. This belongs to you, right?

Rachel:
[taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself] Yes...

Robbie:
[reassuring her] You're safe in your space.

Rachel:
I'm safe in my space...

Robbie:
You're safe in your space. Nothing is going to happen to you in your space.

Rachel:
I'm really scared...

Robbie:
I'm gonna go to the front seat to talk to Dad.

Rachel:
No...

Robbie:
I will be two feet away, okay. Will you hold my hand?

Rachel:
Yes.

Robbie:
Are you gonna be okay?

Rachel:
Yes.

Ray:
Ketchup.. mustard.. Tabasco sauce.. vinaigrette.. This is good, Robbie, I told you to pack food. What the hell is this?

Robbie:
That's all that was in your kitchen.

When they're hiding in the house of their mother

Rachel:
I'm allergic to peanut butter.

Ray:
Since when?

Rachel:
Birth.

Rachel:
If everything's okay, why do we have to sleep in the basement? We have perfectly good beds.

Ray:
It's, like a slumber-party. [looks around] This is a nice basement...

Rachel:
I wanna sleep in my bed. I got back problems.

Ray:
Uh, well, you know how on the Weather Channel, when they say a tornado's coming and they tell you to go to the basement for safety? It's like that.

Rachel:
There's gonna be tornadoes?

Ray:
Okay, Rachel, no more talking.

[Robbie puts his cap on Rachel's head.]

Rachel:
Could you be a little nicer to me, God?

Reporter:
Hey, were you on that plane?

[Ray shakes his head]

Reporter:
Too bad. Would have made a great story.

Narrator:
[first lines] No one would have believed, in the early years of the 21st century, that our world was being watched by intelligences greater than our own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns, they observed and studied, the way a man with a microscope might scrutinize the creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency, men went to and fro about the globe, confident of our empire over this world. Yet, across the gulf of space, intellects vast and cruel and unsympathetic regarded our planet with envious eyes...and slowly, and surely, drew their plans against us.

Narrator:
[last lines] From the moment the invaders arrived, breathed our air, ate and drank, they were doomed. They were undone, destroyed, after all of man's weapons and devices had failed, by the tiniest creatures that God in his wisdom put upon this Earth. By the toll of a billion deaths, man had earned his immunity, his right to survive among this planet's infinite organisms. And that right is ours against all challenges. For neither do men live nor die in vain.

Ray Ferrier:
[to Robbie] Okay, hey, enough of the "Ray" shoot, alright! It's Dad, Sir, or, if you want, Mr. Ferrier. It sounds a little weird to me, but you decide.

Ray Ferrier:
[to Robbie] You can hate me, but I love you!

Ray Ferrier:
Two for you, two for Robbie, two for me... One for the house.

Ray Ferrier:
[looking out at the teleporter's bolt of lightning] Where's the thunder...?

Ray Ferrier:
Robbie, you wanna head in that direction?! There's nothing living in that direction, Robbie!

Ray Ferrier:
Can you think of a plan that doesn't involve your 10-year-old sister joining the army?

Ray Ferrier:
Look at the birds!

Rachel Ferrier:
[as the family is chased by a tripod] Is it the terrorists?!

Rachel Ferrier:
[just before the tripods appear] The trees are moving...

Rachel Ferrier:
[unseen] Are we still alive?

Rachel Ferrier:
[crying, and softly hitting him] Robbie! What are you trying to do?! Where are you trying to go?! Who's going to take care of me if you go?!

Rachel Ferrier:
Is it them?! Is it them?!

Harlan Ogilvy:
This is not a war any more than there's a war between men and maggots... This is an extermination.

Harlan Ogilvy:
You and me - I don't think we're on the same page.

Harlan Ogilvy:
I'm dead set on living. [laughs, to himself] "Dead set on living".

Harlan Ogilvy:
So what are you gonna do? Hide and wait here till they come and get you? Is that your "plan"?

Reporter:
Once the tripods start to move, no more news comes out of that area.

Marine Corps Captain:
Our mission Lieutenant, is to delay their advance until those refugees get to safety! Now keep firing!

Marine Corps Officer:
Guidons, Guidons, Black Six. Attack, attack, attack!

National Guard Lieutenant:
Load the Gustavs, this is gonna be a tough kill!

Tim:
(awkwardly) I'm.....uh.....I'm gonna wait outside.

Mary Ann:
You're out of milk. And everything else.

Captured Army Private:
Everybody, down!-[when explosion is about to occur]