Paul Quotes

Graeme Willy: How come I can understand you? Are you using some neural language router?
Paul: Actually I'm speaking English you fucking idiot!

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Agent Zoil: Motherfuckin' tittysuckin' two-balled bitch!

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Agent Zoil: Pleasure to meet you boys. You did a hell of a job.
Clive Gollings: Thank you, Agent Zoil.
Agent Zoil: Please call me Lorenzo.
Clive Gollings
Graeme Willy: Lorenzo Zoil?

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Graeme Willy: You are an alien!
Paul: To you I am, yes.
Graeme Willy: Are you gonna probe us?
Paul: *Why* does everyone always assume that? What am I doing? Am I harvesting farts? How much can I learn from an ass?

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Paul: [1980 collaboration phone call]Okay Steven, how 'bout cellular revivification?
Steven Spielberg: I don't know what that is.
Paul: Oh. Restoration of damaged tissue through telepathic manipulation of intrinsic field memory.
Steven Spielberg: What's that mean?
Paul: It means healing, Mr. Spielberg.
Steven Spielberg: Yeah right, healing. Like by touch or something like that. Like maybe his finger lights up on the end when he reaches out and touches?
Paul: Maybe... You know, sometimes I find less is more.
Steven Spielberg: Hey, trust me.

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Paul: [to two rednecks]YO! fucknuts! It's Probing time.

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Graeme Willy: Whats the matter Clive?
Clive Gollings: There is an alien in the kitchen making bagels and coffee.
Graeme Willy: Did you want tea?
Clive Gollings: No, I don't want tea!
Graeme Willy: Right, because tea is weird in America.

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Clive Gollings: [Putting the phone to his ear]It's ringing.
Paul: [Out of view]I wouldn't do that if I were you [Clive and Graham turn around]
Paul: Put... the phone... down!
Clive Gollings: [Falling backwards fainting]Ha ha ha ha ha!
Paul: Aw fuck me.
Graeme Willy: [Looks to his right, then down, and then back at the approching alien]What did you do to him?
Paul: I didn't do anything to him - he fainted!
Graeme Willy: But you made him faint!
Paul: It's not like I set my phaser to faint!
Graeme Willy: You've got a phaser?

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Ruth Buggs: Fuck-a-roo, that was the best titty-farting sleep I have ever had.
Paul: I got a feeling that you're new to cursing, Ruth? Look, cursing's fun, you just gotta pick your moments, okay?
Graeme Willy: Hey, maybe we should stop for some food, is anybody hungry?
Paul: Fuck yeeah!
Ruth Buggs: You bet your big fat cock I am!
Paul: Nice!

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Tara Walton: Get away from her, you bitch!

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Paul: [Paul is posing on the couch as Graeme prepares to draw him]Are you gonna draw me like your French girls, Jack? [blows a kiss]

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State Trooper: Where are you boys from?
Clive Gollings: ...England.
State Trooper: I heard about that place: no guns.
Graeme Willy: Not many...
Clive Gollings: No, not really, just... farmers.
State Trooper: Well how are police supposed to shoot anybody?
Graeme Willy: [Uncomfortable]Well they don't...
Clive Gollings: They- they try not to... [the state trooper stares at them suspiciously]
Gas Station Attendant: [Cash register rings, breaking the suspense]$15.58.
Graeme Willy: Um, twenty, keep the change... give it to charity or something. [They hastily exit the store]

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Paul: This is America. Kidnapping a Christian is worse than harboring a fugitive.

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The Big Guy: Haggard.
Agent Zoil: Zoil.
The Big Guy: Where are the other two?
Agent Zoil: One crashed and burned, the other just burned.
The Big Guy: Jesus Christ! This has been one fuck-up after another. I should have handled this myself.
Agent Zoil: I am very close. You give me one hour.
The Big Guy: An hour? I'll be eating canapÞs with the governor in an hour. I need this wrapped up now!
Agent Zoil: No, no. They're mine, damn it. I'm gonna finish this, once and for all.
The Big Guy: Too late, Zoil. I'm bringing in the big gun... [Zoil shoots the radio]
Agent Zoil: Boring conversation anyway.

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Clive Gollings: They're going to rape us and break our arms!
Graeme Willy: I don't want my arms broken.

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Ruth Buggs: The world is 4000 years old and can only be the product of intelligent design.
Paul: [offscreen in the bathroom]That's horseshit!

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Clive Gollings: It's not fat, it's power!

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Haggard: I am authorized to use deadly force! Stand down!
Moses Buggs: That thing's got my daughter!
Haggard: Stand down! This is not your mission!
Moses Buggs: I'm on a mission from God!
Haggard: Tell him you failed! [shoots Buggs]

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Paul: [after getting frisked inappropriately by O'Reilly]Get your goddamn hands off my motherfuckin' junk!
O'Reilly: [Runs and screams outside of gift shop to Haggard]It's in there! It's in there!

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Clive Gollings: Agent Mulder was right!
Paul: Agent Mulder was my idea!

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Tara Walton: My weed!

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Ruth Buggs: [after 'partaking']I'm hungry. We should cook up some sausages. Do we have any sausages?
Graeme Willy: Uhh...
Ruth Buggs: What do you mean by that? Why do you guys hate me? Can we cook up some sausages? Ohh I have wasps in my brain! [Ruth falls over]
Paul: She'll be fine. That happened to me the first time.

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Paul: You have to spin a good yarn before you can weave a great dream.

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Graeme Willy: [Graeme has just been shot in the chest by Ruth's father and collapses on the ground, dying]Oh no! I really liked this T-shirt.

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Haggard: [Looking at Clive's novel]What is this, nerd porn?
Graeme Willy: Oh, no, that's Clive's...
Clive Gollings: It's my novel.
Haggard: [Looking at an alien on the cover]Ha! Three tits!
O'Reilly: That's awesome. You guys should have given her four tits.
Graeme Willy: [Looking disgusted]That's just sick.
O'Reilly: I was just sayin'...

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Tara Walton: But I don't have my toothbrush!
Paul: Toothbrush? Baby, where we're going, you don't need teeth!

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Ruth Buggs: Sorry you got killed by my dad.
Graeme Willy: That's fine. D'you want to try that kiss again?
Ruth Buggs: Fuck yeah.

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[repeated line]Adam Shadowchild: 3 tits? That's awesome.
Haggard: 3 tits? That's awesome.
Agent Zoil: 3 tits? That's awesome.
Alien on Paul's ship: 3 tits? Awesome.

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Clive Gollings: What if we wake up and find him inserting a probe into our anus?
Graeme Willy: Well apparently they don't do that.
Paul: [Paul wiggles his finger inside the hole of a bagel]Anyone want one of these? Yeah? Anyone?

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Graeme Willy: Paul, what happens if you get caught?
Paul: Graeme, they are going to cut out my brain... Yeah it's fucked... kinda a buzz kill... Let's lighten the mood, shall we? Clive when did you last get laid?
Clive Gollings: Uh. Collectormania London '08... Ewok chick.
Paul: [sings]Clive likes boning space bears!

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