Fred Randall: Sweet swirling onion rings.
Fred Randall: It's a tale as old as time Ulysses. Boy meets girl, boy falls for girl. Girl goes into hypersleep.
Fred Randall: Hey, Commander, were you ever afraid of monsters under your bed? When I was little I used to think there was a baker under my bed.
William Overbeck: No.
Fred Randall: You ever look?
William Overbeck: No.
Fred Randall: Then how do you know there wasn't a baker under your bed?
Fred Randall: I feel like a paleontologist that's been hunting dinosaurs his whole life and finally got to meet one.
Fred Randall: They say that when a mother's child is trapped the rush of her adrenaline gives her the strength of 20 men. Alright Commander call me Mommy.
Fred Randall: We're the first to stand on Mars.
William Overbeck: Yeah. Now you're the biggest idiot on two planets.
Julie Ford: I guess I'll see you in eight months.
Fred Randall: Boy. I wish I had nine hundred twenty-eight dollars for every time a girl said that to me.
William Overbeck: How'd you like to be the first guy to die on Mars.
Fred Randall: Well sorry Mr. First to Show Inappropriate Anger on Mars.
William Overbeck: Have fun, kid.
Fred Randall: Fun is my Chinese neighbor's middle name.
Fred Randall: Who am I?
William Overbeck: Mommy.
Fred Randall: Say it like you love me.
Fred Randall: Je suis le papillon sur la table avec le Chanel No. 5 regardons.
Fred Randall: It reminds me of a French Canadian tennis racket, stuck to the back of a Venus snow-goon, bubbling out of my sister's Brazilian donkey - I don't think I can make myself any clearer.
