Independence Day (1997)
David Levinson: They’re using our own satellites against us.
Capt. Steve Hiller: I don’t think they traveled 90 million lightyears just to start a fight.
Steve: Was that an earthquake?
Jazmine: Not even a four-pointer. Go back to sleep.
Steve: What are you doing here?
Dylan: I’m shooting aliens.
President Tom Whitmore: The question of whether we are alone in this universe has finally been answered.
SETI Employee: (talking on the phone) Yes, I love the X-files too, but I just haven’t had the time to watch.
Jimmy: You scared, man?
Steve: No. You?
Jimmy: No… Hold me!
Steve: Just a little anxious to get up there and whoop E.T.’s ass.
Jimmy: As the good Reverend would say… “Why we on this particular mission, I don’t know But I do know that the Black Knights will emerge victorious once again.
Steve: Amen, Reverend.
Steve: Oh no, you did not shoot that green shit at me.
Boy: The world’s going to end tommorow. You don’t want to die a virgin, do you?
Whitmore: What is it you want us to do?
Steve: (after crash landing in the desert and finding the alien ship is as bad a shape as his own) That’s right! That what you get! Look at you, ship all banged up! Who’s the man?! (opens ship and punches out the alien) Welcome to Earth. (later, sits on top of the alien ship with his cigar) Now that’s what I call a close encounter.
Julius Levinson: (to David) It’s Air Force One, for crying out loud, and you still get sick! Look at me. We could go back and forth, up and down, side to side… (David, truly sick now, leaves to throw up) What did I say?
Julius: “All you need is love.” (thinks) John Lennon. Good man, shot in the back, very sad.
Julius: Area 51! Right? Area 51! You knew then and you did nothing!
Whitmore: Sir, regardless of what you may have read in the tabloids…There is no area 51. There’s no recovered spaceship.
Nimzicki: Uh, Mr. President, that’s not entirely accurate.
David: What?! Which part?
Whitmore: (looking at amazement at Area 51) Why the hell wasn’t I told about this?
Nimzicki: Two words, Mr. President: Plausible deniability.
Whitmore: I don’t understand. Where do we get the funding for this kind of thing?
Julius: What, you don’t think they really spend $2million for a hammer, $3million for a toilet, do you?
Dr. Oaken: As you can imagine, they don’t let us out much.
Whitmore: I can understand that.
Oaken: This is the vault…or, as some of us have come to call it, the freak show.
General William Grey: They knew exactly where and how to hit us. We’re looking at the worldwide destruction of every major city in the next 36 hours.
Whitmore: We’re being exterminated.
Steve: (speaking to the unconscious alien he is dragging behind him in his parachute) You know this was supposed to be my weekend off but NO, you gotta come here acting up with your dreadlocks sticking out of my parachute. (looks behind him) And what’s that smell?!?! (kicks the carcass) I could’ve been at a barbecue!
Marilyn Whitmore: Is that your son?
Jazmine: Yup, that’s my angel.
Marilyn: Was his father stationed here?
Jazmine: He wasn’t his father, but I was kinda hoping he wanted the job.
Marilyn: What do you do for a living?
Jazmine: I’m a dancer.
Marilyn: Ah! Ballet?
Jazmine: No. Exotic.
Marilyn: Oh. Sorry.
Jazmine: Don’t be. I’m not. Besides my baby’s worth it. Dylan, come here. I want you to meet the First Lady. Say hi.
Marilyn: I didn’t know that you’d recognized me.
Jazmine: I didn’t want to say nothing. I voted for the other guy.
Whitmore: (after ordering the nuclear missile launch) May our children forgive us.
Connie Spano: (to ex-husband, David) Haven’t you ever wanted to be part of something special?
David: I was part of something special!
David: (after the missile launch failed) If we screw this planet up enough, then maybe they won’t want it anymore.
Julis: Get off this freezing concrete floor before you catch cold…
David: Genius! My dad. A total genius.
David: (to Steve) You really think you can fly that thing?
Steve: You really think you can do all that bullshit you just said?
The cute Major Mitchell: These jets are very different than the F18’s you are about to fly. You have to forgive the expression but you’re about to get a “crash course” in modern avionics.
Connie: (on David) Now he gets ambitious.
Whitmore: “Mankind,” that word should have new meaning for all of us. We can’t be consumed by our petty differences any longer. Perhaps it’s fate that today is Independence Day. You will once again be fighting for your freedom, not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution, but from annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live, to survive….Today we celebrate our Independence Day.
Steve: Wait, wait, hold on, we got to find some cigars.
Julius: Here, take these, my last two.
Steve: You are a lifesaver. (turns to leave) Almost put a hex on the entire thing.
Russell: (after nearly launching a missile while still on the runway) I picked a hell of a day to quit drinking.
Steve: (getting ready to start the ship) Let’s rock and roll! (moves ship into reverse, so that it bangs into the wall) Oops.
David: Oops? What’s that mean? What’s this—
Steve: Some jerk… (switches the post-it directions, which are in reverse) Let’s try that again.
David: Yeah, let’s. Without the “oops.” (points to the open exit) That way.
Steve: (on the spaceship) I have got to get me one of these!
David: (after Steve flips around in space) Whoa, what’re you doing?
Steve: Just trying to get a feel for the ol’ girl.
David: (getting airsick again) No, leave her alone.
(The spaceship is all of a sudden out of Steve’s control and Steve begins to panic)
David: No, no wait. I was counting on this. They are bringing us in.
Steve: Yeah? And when were you gonna tell me?
Steve: We have to work on our communication.
Nimzicki: (to Julius) I’m not Jewish.
Julius: Nobody’s perfect.
Steve: I ain’t heard no fat lady.
David: Forget the fat lady; you’re obsessed with the fat lady.
Steve: (after a very narrow escape out of the mother ship) Elvis has left the building!
David: (doing an Elvis impression) Whoa, thank you very much. I love you, man.
Russell: Alright you alien assholes, in the words of my generation, “up yours!”
Russell: Hello boys! I’m baaaaaack!
Mitchell: (on Russell) What your father did was very brave. You should be proud.
Miguel: I am.
Steve: What do you think?
David: (on the cigar in his mouth) And I always thought that things like this would kill me.
(Steve and David finally reveal their identities to the alien manning the mother ship)
David: Hey, look at us! Take a look at the earthlings! Goodbye!
Steve: Nothing but love for ya, nothing but love. (to David) Do you think they know what’s happening?
David: Not a clue. Good night!
Steve: (to Dylan) Didn’t I promise you fireworks?