Innerspace

The Cowboy:
Women love me. But you know that.

Lt. Tuck Pendleton:
The Tuck Pendleton machine: zero defects.

Lt. Tuck Pendleton:
When things are at their darkest, pal, it's a brave man that can kick back and party.

Lt. Tuck Pendleton:
We're gonna drink this one to Ozzie. A good man who tried to save my ass by injecting me into yours.

Jack Putter:
Eat me, drink me? What is that? From The Exorcist? No, Alice in Wonderland! Alice she drank something to be big and ate something to be small.

Jack Putter:
I'm possessed!

Jack Putter:
Did you hear that?

Jack Putter:
You didn't hear that then?

Jack Putter:
Would I *BE* in a *DOCTOR'S OFFICE* if I *WAS* feeling all right?

Lt. Tuck Pendleton:
Congratulations, Jack. You just digested the bad guy.

Mr. Wormwood:
You've got a great future in front of you in Retail Food marketing, and I just hate to see you throw it all away by going psycho on us.

Jack Putter:
We've got the chip!

Lt. Tuck Pendleton:
All right!

Jack Putter:
We're on the way to the lab!

Lt. Tuck Pendleton:
All right!

Jack Putter:
But I think they put someone in there with you!

Lt. Tuck Pendleton:
All... what?

Jack Putter:
Jack Putter to the rescue!

Victor Scrimshaw:
In lieu of champagne, how about some real pain? Propane?

Victor Scrimshaw:
Nuclear weapons, Jack. They mean nothing. Everybody's got them, nobody has the balls to use them. Space, you say? Space is a flop. An endless void filled with floating junk. Ah, but! - miniaturization, Jack. That's the ticket. That's the edge everyone is looking for. Who will have that edge, Jack? Which country will control minaturization? Frankly, I don't give a sh*t. I'm just in this for the money.

Victor Scrimshaw:
Now, wait a minute. What happens once Igoe's taken control of their pod?

Dr. Margaret Canker:
Mr. Igoe will pilot the pod out through a tear duct or a sweat gland.

Victor Scrimshaw:
Why chance that? Once he's gotten control of the pod and takes the chip, let's re-enlarge.

Dr. Margaret Canker:
While it's still inside Mr. Putter?

Victor Scrimshaw:
Why not?

Dr. Margaret Canker:
Have you any idea what kind of mess that would make?

Victor:
Once he takes over the pod and gets the chip - let's re-enlarge.

Margaret:
While still inside Mr. Putter?!

Victor:
Why not?

Margaret:
Have you any idea the kind of mess that would make?

Jack:
No pain.

Tuck:
What?

Jack:
That's the thing I want from you, no pain. I mean just don't do anything weird in there, don't cause an embolism or an aneurysm - accidentally sever my spinal cord and kinda go "oh sorry". You know what I mean?

Tuck:
Ok, no pain.

Jack:
Thank you.

Tuck:
Jack, I don't wanna to alarm you, but I saw something down here. I don't know, it's probably benign...

Jack:
A tumor? You saw a tumor? How big is it?

Tuck:
Jack, you're asking the wrong guy, from my point of view it looks like it's about the size of Candlestick Park.

Jack:
Great, there goes my ulcer...

Tuck:
That's it Jack! Keep those stomach acids flowing, Jack! Okay pal, here's how I spell relief. Jack... it worked. You just digested the bad guy. [Jack burps loudly]

Tuck Pendleton:
[slaps himself] How does that feel? Feels good! Now do it again! (slaps himself) The Tuck Pendleton Machine - zero defects!

Tuck Pendleton:
I'm in a man, I'm in a strange man, I'll be a son of a b*tch, I'm in a strange man surrounded by strangers in a strange room!

Tuck Pendleton:
[Taps a light to fix it] State of the art.

Tuck Pendleton:
Look Ozzy, who's nervous now ok? I know what our objectives are. I've done my homework and I can do this little job blindfolded, so everyone just calm down.

Tuck Pendleton:
[The syringe containing the miniaturized pod is being shaken around in Ozzy's pocket] Ozzy? Am I being punished?

Tuck Pendleton:
This guy is definitely not firing on all eight cylinders, Jack.

Tuck Pendleton:
The Jack Putter Machine, zero defects. (leans back and sighs, to himself) God help us.

Jack Putter:
Would I be in a doctor's office if I was feeling all right?

Jack Putter:
Please, I beg of you for some aspirin!

Pod Computer Voice:
Warning, approaching tricuspid valve of heart. Do not enter! Do not enter heart!

Pod Computer Voice:
Foreign object detected, approaching through esophageal passage.

Pod Computer Voice:
Turbo thruster one, disabled.