303 - Pod People
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My blood lust cannot be sated, the light trembling of a fawn as it lay dieing in my arms, you know?
'Carbon scoring all over my droid!'
"It's a kooky radio, isn't it?" "Yeah, it goes in my ear!"
Ahh! It's the cameraman! He's looking through the wrong lens!
This may/might be Mike Curb Congregation's best album ever!
Hey, Greg Louganis is so talented.
I rerouted the power into Trumpy!
You know, I'm starting to not believe this movie. I believed it when Alf went on the killing spree, but now I don't know...
"So, what can I get you? Ouzo? Vodka? Sambuca? Pernod? Frangelica? Blue Curacao? Glenmorangie? B&B? Hennessy? Tanqueray? 100-Year-Old Brandy?"
"He tried to eat me. He's evil."
"Make that three hard-boiled eggs."
"Tommy, now you quit warping time and space this instant!"
"3M today: a more vibrant future for the plastic resin-based industries!"
"Morning comes to cheap White trash."
"Welcome to Laserium. Tonight, music by Rick Wakeman."
Meanwhile, in another movie? *sigh* Patience, gentle viewer; this'll all make sense in the end.
Next week, on Mannix!
"The road's blocked, the phone lines are probably down too."
"THERE'S NO WAY OUT OF THIS FILM!!!"
Wanna make a movie, ya gotta break some eggs.
This guy's got Renaissance Festival written all over him.
What is he? An L.A. cop?
What is it about the gates of hell that compels people to wander into them?
Gimme that! I'll scratch your eyes out.
If these guys get anymore soul we'll have to order out for greens.
Ah, the tears of a clown.
Let me out!....I said let me out!!....I said let me out!!!
Have you been playing with the Gatekeeper again Tommy ?!?
I'll go...I want to die!
Hey! What is it about the Gates of Hell that compel people to wander into em' ?
You could put on a play in the backyard- Trumpy could play Cyrano!
Oh, great, now we're in Gumby.
I'm gonna go walk through a book!
He doesn't speak your language dickweed
Flannel? Did she say Flannel?!
my brains fell out do da do da do
Boy I hate Kenny
Yeah, quick! Move her spine around a lot.
Not only, all kinds of meat.
Did he get up on the wrong side of the bed? "You should know."
Nothing can quench my insatiable blood lust.
Bambi, humans are basically good.
Here's your coffee, I made is special, I'll be right over here.
"What was that?"
"It sounded like Laura leaping to her death"
"I don't think the others like me"
"Ignore them then"
"I would, but they dry click their revolvers at me"
"Hey wait, those aren't deer!"
"Well... let's shoot 'em they're not wearing orange"
They'll kill you, they'll kill you dead.
"Listen Trumpy, Uncle Bill wants to kill you."
"My advice, don't let him."
Jam a sandwich down her throat.
It's from Mending Monster.
Pepperidge Farm remembers, Pepperidge Farm remembers, the heck with it, I'm getting out of here, crackers or no!
Boldly backing away from where no man has gone before.
You never hear the one with your name on it mom.
"What's got into that—?"
We're just as confused as you are, folks.
You're not my real father!
Don't start with me, Martha...
Hey, it's Craig Wasson, all of a sudden...
This is like the House of a Million Foyers...
Can she carry moonbeams home in a jar?
Hope she doesn't miss her Josie & the Pussycats audition...
I've gone blind! I'm looking at the back of my retinas!
I dare ya to eat it...
This is Swamp Thing versus Sweet Thang...
With a pickle mind
We kick the nipple beer
Steady as a goat
We're flying over trout
Ghetto down the highway
At the speed of light
All I wanna feel now
Is the wind in my eyes
Sack of monkeys in my pocket
My sister's ready to go
Hear the engines roar now
Idiot control now
Hideous control now
Ninny on the road now
Minnie in control,
Wheels on fire,
Burning rubber tires
Blurry jelly rolls now
Hiddy lets it go now
Needy inches bow down
Pitying a poor boy
Here the engines roar
Bees on fire
Burning rubber tires
We shouldn't a stole' that pic-a-nic basket!
Bosley! Angels! Chief! McCloud!...
Hi! We're the cast from Straw Dogs!
He knows them and he's bringing a gun?
Face it Kid, Trumpy never loved you!
Oh..the new Vogue is here!
It's a Peter Gabriel video!
gimme that ill show you how to use a prop phone... did ya get the hospital? no its a prop phone
It's called evil kid
Sack of Monkey's in My Pocket!
THIS IS CNN!!!
It say's don't laugh it's paid for!...In Braille?!?
What's this? White Reggae!?!
John Bonham...Moby Dick!
'Trumpy! What are you doing here?' "Killing People!"
She's Zestfully Dead!
'Here they come!' "walking down the street...they get the funniest looks from everyone they meet!"
Hey! It's Greg Brady!
oops! wrong bowl!
You know this scene didn't originally appear in the movie...but they restored it...aren't you glad?!?
You know Mom you never hear the one with your name on it!
You feel comfortable sharing a sleeping bag with me?
that one's hard on pants!
Move it kid, ill have a banana martini please
"Why did you kill that girl? Why did you do that? Now I can't be your friend anymore."
I did it for the kicks.
What is this, white reggae?
Hey don't leave me here I was raised by a child and....I guess I'll just wait here then...
I hope he's got the keys to the liquor cabinet!
Awwww my ankle it's all bendy Wendy!
Buddy rich on drums!
I know what your thinking Tommy...did mommy fire 5shots or 6?
Don't look at me without makeup!
Use a woman as a shield!
Creamy living chocolate center!
*muffled* let me out! I said let me out!
Oops sorry, wrong movie!
"Stretching the premise. . ."
"If these guys get any more soul, we're gonna have to order out for greens."
"Hear that? Sounds like Norm Abram getting killed by a giant chicken."
Ah, so people are being methodically killed by the Banana Splits?
Now to find a herd of cattle to drain dry.
There's no way out of this film!
Aw, to heck with this, Norm. Let's go down to the suburbs and crash through a school window.
Hmm. What pretentious crap.
"Heh. Naughty kitty." You must be punished.
Kitty! Oh, Mittens, are you eating gerbils?
First up on Hearts of Space, John Tesh with "Whispering Firestorm." Then it's Yani with "Snoremaster of Trafalgar." The comes Bay Area musician Del Mondo, with his Sominex suite in d-flat. Then a synthesized interplanetary salute to Perry Como. At the end of the hour, we'll have information about the types of sedatives used by tonight's artists. On Music.. from.. the Hearts.. of.. Space.
Crow: Trumpy! Trumpazoid! The Trump-monster!
Crow: ...stretchin' the premise!
I wish I *had* gone blind.
"Enough eating, let's play Trumpy." Like hell, more food.
"Not a soul for miles"
I'm not bringing mine...
Get me, I'm Lionel Richie!
Yeah, yeah, keep your shirt on! I'm wearing this big, stuffed suit!
I like you Tommy. I'll kill you last.
Ohhh, this alien makes student films!
"Hey Joel, what are boobs?" "You know, like Jethro Bodine."
"It's a buffet"
Wind in my EYES?
"Well, time to start camping. Heh. You dress up as Oscar Wilde, and I'll sing Noel Coward Songs."
Crow - "Hey...It's the matching shirt and sofa set!"
Crow - "Delicious Kity...Kitty's like a potato...so nice. Where do I start? It all looks so good. Little wing-ed potatos!"
Joel - "Big sale on flannel! Everyone."
Tom Servo - "Steve tastes great! More pelvis?"
Crow - "Hey look, we paid for the van...we're gonna film it!"
Tom Servo - "Even the movie 'the Fog' didn't have this much fog."
Trumpy! You can do stupid things
That's not a Spalding. It's a Piquer Simon Jack Gray Signature ball.
Hi, we're the cast from Straw Dogs...
John Bonham, 'Moby Dick'....
Oops, wrong bowl!
Servo, if you don't stop doing your Anthony Newley I'm gonna throw you against the wall.
Y'know this might sound crass, but we're gettin' really good at at this.
-(Smiles, clearly pleased) Well? -(Smiles wide, gives A-Ok sign) IT STINKS!
Hey, it's Andy Travis from WKRP!! ~Joel
"G'night, chief." "G'NIGHT, MCCLOUD."
"Food, eating, the theater."
Honey, I'm home... oh right I'm a little kid.
"Tommy, where did you spring from?"
From your loins mommy.
"It doesn't work."
I'm in hysterics!
Hurry there's a big sale on flannel!
Flannel? Did she say flannel?
"Tommy can you hear me?"
Can you feel me near you?
Oh terrific we were saved by the gates of Hell.
Hey what is it about the gates of Hell that compels people to wander into them?
It's because of Smucker's: Raspberry Preserves.
The young Republicans are so hip!
Lyrics by Mrs. Johnston's kindergarten class.
You know, this scene didn't originally appear in the movie but they uh they restored it. Aren't you glad?
Oh, thank you AMC.
What is this guy an LA cop?
Man exploring his territory here.
Tom Servo: Joel, what are boobs?
"I prefer Milky Bear."
Do you know what playing is, Trumpy? - "Yes...it's where I break you in half."
Boldly backing away from where no man has gone before.
"Now *this* guy's got Renaissance Festival written all over him!"
"You know, even the movie *The Fog* didn't have this much fog in it!"
"Trumpy, you come down!" *cue Joel dancing like a fool, among other...things...*
"She's gone to bed, she was shattered." This town's in tatters. Sha-dooby.
He seeks him here, he seeks him there, he seeks that rascule everywhere!
It was a dark and stormy night. I'd taken a creative writing course...
Your experiment this week Joel is called Pod People. It has nothing to do with pods, it has nothing to do with people, it has everything to do with hurting.
Hey, what gives? I'm on the milk carton.
I like you Tommy, I'll kill you last.
I would but they dry-click their revolvers at me.
"What's got into that -----?" Girl.
BAWK, BAWK, BAWK. CLUCK, CLUCK.
Hey, Dad hid the eggs good this year.
...on Emergency 9-1-1.
"Uncle Bill wants to kill you." My advise - don't let him.
Alf's back and this time it's personal.
His last words were "Huzzah!"
"I'm doing a one-man show: Leslie Nielsen, Leslie Nielsen, Leslie Nielsen!"
I believe I'll use my putter, fore!
The helpless cough of a squirrel with a crushed face...That's what life is all about
And he died as he lived, with his mouth wide open.
Think the mike is picking up their dancing?
"Geez Tracy, stay away from the kid's animals!"
Oh wait! Let me get the attachments...you can do the couch!
He doesn't speak your language, Dickweed.
"And remember no wire hangers."
Well what do you know? "Food, eating, the theater."
It's one of you only gamier.
Just tending the incubus mother.
Boy, I sure hope Trumpy doesn't sneeze. He'll pistol whip that kid with peanuts.
I'm doing a one-man show: Leslie Nielsen, Leslie Nielsen, Leslie Nielsen!
I think this is movie "D" - D for DUMB.
"Sack of monkeys in my pocket! my sisters ready to go! hear the engines roll now Idiot control now!"
"With a name like Smuckers raspberry preserves you know its good!"
GIMME THAT! I'll show you how to use a prop phone!
Eww stepped in some Trumpy dumpy
She's zestfully dead
Do you have a mommy?
He was born of an omelette, of course not.
Come on, your breakfast is getting cold... and she's not getting any warmer... that means more oatmeal for everyone!
There's Julie Andrews - and she's on fire!
I've laughed with monsters, I've cried with monsters, I'll die with monsters from Hell.
Crow: I'm getting out of here, this place sucks.
Woahh looks like Yoda's home.
Tommy, now you quit warping time and space this instant!
Hey that long nose must be handy in hard to reach areas.
Syntho birds... Hey it's a Casio forest. They parked next to a datastream.
This is more intense than when Bobby Brady got lost in the Grand Canyon!
Looks like a baseball bat from Alaska!
Heh, heh, heh... faster, Trumpy! Kill! Kill!
Trumpy, we hardly knew ye...
Gimme that! I'll show you how to use a prop phone!
Patience, gentle viewer; this'll all make sense in the end -- NOT!
Mr. Douglas? Mr. Haney? Lisa? Chief? McCloud?
Yeah, but it's a good chance to thin out the cast!
Hey, put the Casio back in the van!
well, I think your mother had a filthy mouth...
Be nice to your boyfriend's girlfriend!
During the cutaway, anything's possible.
It's called evil, kid.
Ringo had some bad songs, but THIS is really embarrassing.
Smuckers raspberry jam, smells like real fruit!
Oh my goodness it's the Easter Bunny and is he ever mad!
IDIOT CONTROL NOW!
Here- hold my purse
"It looks like a cross between a pig and a bear." A pear?
If these guys get any more soul, we'll have to order out for greens.
Oh look, little winged potatoes...
This'll pay the rent for a while... where's Sam? "He's paying the rent!"
I've laughed with monsters, I've cried with monsters, I'll die with monsters from hell
this potato has got big ears
Meanwhile in still yet ANOTHER movie...
With a pickle in mind. We kick the nipple beer. Steady as a goat. We're flying over trout. Ghetto down the highway....
Trumpy... you can do stupid things!
Luke! Use the force, Luke!