Last Starfighter

Grig:
I've always wanted to fight a desperate battle against incredible odds.

Grig:
Death is a primitive concept; I prefer to think of them as battling evil - in another dimension!

Centauri:
I'm not here for cigarettes or bubblegum, my boy.

Alex Rogan:
Store's closed, mister.

Centauri:
I'm not here for cigarettes or bubble gum, my boy. Can you tell me the name of the person who broke the record on that game over there, and where I might find him?

Alex Rogan:
Alex Rogan, and you're looking at him.

Lord Kril:
Damage report!

Kodan Officer:
Guidance system out. Auxiliary steering out.

Lord Kril:
Divert! Divert!

Kodan Officer:
She won't answer the helm! We're locked into the moon's gravitational pull. What do we do?

Lord Kril:
We die.

Grig:
Remember, Death Blossom delivers only one massive volley at close range... theoretically.

Alex Rogan:
What do you mean "theoretically?"

Grig:
After all, D.B. has never been tested. It might overload the systems, blow up the ship!

Alex Rogan:
What are you worried about, Grig? Theoretically, we should already be dead!

Alex Rogan:
One gunstar? Against the whole armada? It'll be a slaughter!

Grig:
That's the spirit!

Alex Rogan:
No, MY slaughter!

Alex Rogan:
Teriffic. I'm about to get killed a million miles from nowhere with a gung-ho iguana who tells me to relax.

Alex Rogan:
Otis, I just never have a chance to have a good time around here.

Otis:
Things change. Always do. You'll get your chance! Important thing is, when it comes, you've got to grab with both hands, and hold on tight!

Centauri:
The amusing thing about this, it's all a big mistake. That particular Starfighter game was supposed to be delivered to Vegas, not some fleaspeck trailer park in the middle of tumbleweeds and tarantulas. So it must be fate, destiny, blind chance, luck even, that brings us together. And as the poet said, the rest is history.

Alex Rogan:
Where are you taking me?

Centauri:
Centauri told you, it's a surprise. Hey, are you the kind of kid who reads the last page of a mystery first? Who pesters the magician to tell you his tricks? Who sneaks downstairs to peek at his Christmas presents? Noooo, of course you're not.

Centauri:
That's why I'm not gonna tell you!

Alex Rogan:
Oh, God.

Rylan Bursar:
Return the money, Centauri.

Centauri:
Return the money! Are you delirious? Do you know how long it look to invent the games? To merchandise them? To get them in the stores by Christmas?

Beta:
Oh, save the whales but not the universe.

Beta:
Good luck, Alex.

Alex Rogan:
You too... Alex.

Centauri:
Alex! Alex! You're walking away from history! History, Alex! Did Chris Columbus stay home? Nooooo. What if the Wright Brothers thought that only birds should fly? And did Galoka think that the Ulus were too ugly to save?

Alex Rogan:
Who's Galoka?

Centauri:
Never mind.

Alex Rogan:
Listen, Centauri. I'm not any of those guys, I'm a kid from a trailer park.

Centauri:
If that's what you think, then that's all you'll ever be!

Alex Rogan:
Who are you?

Centauri:
Centauri's the name. I invented Starfighter, which is why I'm here.

Alex Rogan:
It is?

Centauri:
It is. We have to talk about a matter of utmost importance.

Centauri:
Step into my office.

Centauri:
I must congratulate you on your virtuoso performance, my boy. Centauri is impressed. I've seen 'em come, and I've seen 'em go, but you're the best, my boy. Dazzling! Light years ahead of the competition! Centauri's got a little proposition for you. Are ya interested?

Grig:
Up to your old "Excalibur" tricks again, eh, Centauri?

Centauri:
Alex, I want you to know that it was for the greatest good that I brought you back. Of course... it never hurts to be rich.

Alex Rogan:
Maybe there is a Starfighter left.

Alex Rogan:
We did it.

Grig:
Yes, we actually did, didn't we?

Alex Rogan:
The command ship!

Alex Rogan:
So... how many Starfighters are left?

Grig:
Including you? One.

Alex Rogan:
Sorry, I didn't mean to step on your, uh, whatever that is.

Maggie Gordon:
Alex? In Space? Is this for real?

Beta:
That's what I'm trying to tell you - it's ALL real.

Maggie Gordon:
Well then don't talk, DRIVE!

Alex Rogan:
Hey, you look like me!

Beta:
Of course I do. I'm a beta unit.

Alex Rogan:
What the hell is a beta unit?

Beta:
A beta unit is a simuloid. An exact duplicate, only not as loud!