Carl: It's fascinating what fifty bucks will get you at the county recorder's office.
Martin Bishop: What have you got?
Carl: Playtronics Corporate Headquarters, the complete blueprints.
Martin Bishop: Not bad. Not bad, Carl.
Carl: Well, thanks.
Martin Bishop: Where'd you get the fifty bucks?
Carl: Took it from Mother's wallet.
Martin Bishop: Good.
Whistler: I want peace on Earth and good will toward men.
Bernard Abbot: We are the United States government! We don't do that sort of thing!
Cosmo: I could not kill my friend. [Turns to Dick Gordon.] Kill my friend.
Dr. Elena Rhyzkov: I leave message here on service but you do not call.
Cosmo: You will give me the box, right now, or I will kill you, right now.
Cosmo: There's a war out there, old friend. A world war. And it's not about who's got the most bullets. It's about who controls the information. What we see and hear, how we work, what we think... it's all about the information.
Mother: Uh, could we maybe just go back to the "they might kill us" part?
Mother: Okay, boss, this LTX-71 concealable mike is part of the same system that NASA used when they faked the Apollo Moon landings. They had the astronauts broadcast around the world from a sound stage at Norton Air Force Base in San Bernadino, California. So it worked for them, shouldn't give us too many problems.
Mother: We got bupkis! We turn ourselves in now, they'll give us twenty years in the electric chair.
Donald Crease: There isn't a government on this planet that wouldn't kill us all for that thing.
Whistler: That was very good, Bish. Remind me to make you an honorary blind person.
Donald Crease: You guys'll be chalk outlines without me.
Dr. Werner Brandes: Hi, my name is Werner Brandes. My voice is my passport. Verify Me.