Cal Meecham:
[after German scientist comments on Mozart at dinner]
What do you think of Mr. Mozart, Exeter?
Exeter:
I'm afraid I don't know the chap.
Tom Servo:
"I'm not an alien!"
Exeter:
My mind must have been wandering. Your composer, of course.
Cal Meecham:
*Our* composer - he belongs to the world!
Exeter:
Yes, indeed.
Mike:
"I'm not an alien."
Cal Meecham:
That dinner, Exeter, was even more perfect than you promised. Now if you'll excuse me, I could do with some fresh air myself.
Crow T. Robot:
He's gonna get high!
Cal Meecham:
Would you care to join me, Dr. Adams?
Tom Servo:
"Uh, no!"
Cal Meecham:
You, Dr. Carlson?
Mike:
"Your turn to walk the Cal."
Exeter:
Why don't you? Show him the grounds.
Crow T. Robot:
"I dare ya!"
Exeter:
We won't start cracking the whip on Meecham until tomorrow.
Tom Servo:
"Then I ram my ovipositor down your throat, and lay my eggs in your chest! But I'm *not* an alien!"
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