Lost Skeleton of Cadavra

Kro-Bar:
Aliens? Us? Is this one of your Earth jokes?

Dr. Paul Armstrong:
Betty, you know what this meteor could mean to science. It could mean actual advances in the field of science.

Ranger Brad:
We take our horrible mutilations seriously around these parts.

Ranger Brad:
Well again I didn't mean to throw a damper. Believe me that's the last thing I'd like to throw. I don't want to throw anything at all really. But when folks are horribly mutilated, I feel it's my job to tell others. We take our horrible mutilations seriously up in these parts.

Betty Armstrong:
I'm sure you do. Honey, the Ranger's just doing his job.

Dr. Paul Armstrong:
Of course he is. I'm sorry Ranger Brad. I guess all this talk of horrible mutilation has me on edge.

Ranger Brad:
That's all right Dr. Armstrong. This horrible mutilation has a whole lot of people on a whole lot of edges.

Dr. Paul Armstrong:
As a scientist I just wish I could appreciate more things like cabins... bicycles...

Dr. Paul Armstrong:
Why shake when we can touch other things... like lips.

The Farmer:
It's okay bossy I'm here now. There, there bossy, there, there. No, no! You're not Bossy! You're not Bossy!

Kro-Bar:
Yes, it is different this earth as it is called but then are we of the planet Marva as we call our planet not also strange and different to this planet and its people also?

Lattis:
You think the earth people think we are strange, you think? It is strange how the ways of different people on different planets differ.

Lattis:
Crowbar, Crowbar!

Kro-Bar:
What is it my woman, you need not yell because of my proximity.

Lattis:
I yell not from the volume required by great distance but from happy excitement.

Dr. Roger Fleming:
I've got to get that meteor but how? How? There must be a way inside that cabin. Think! Think! Cabin... cabin... cabin.

Lattis:
I am strangely drawn to this inverted cloth funnel and its wonderful softness.

Lattis:
I like my dress so very much. That is what I can do.

Betty Armstrong:
Moons... teaspoons... that's all gibberish to me I'm afraid.

Kro-Bar:
If only I could reach you, we'd share... pain.

Dr. Paul Armstrong:
Hmm... I wonder.

Dr. Roger Fleming:
Hmm... I also wonder.

Kro-Bar:
Sorry, sometimes my wife forgets that she is not an alien from outer space.

Animala:
Tip, tip, tip, tip, tip.

Dr. Roger Fleming:
Ranger Brad, I'm a scientist, I don't believe in anything.

Ranger Brad:
I've seen a bear do things, well... even things that even a bear wouldn't do.

Dr. Paul Armstrong:
The only person I want in your head is me.

Lattis:
Who knows how many untold millions will die by its hand?

Kro-Bar:
If only it did have hands, my woman. If only it did have hands.

Dr. Roger Fleming:
Even when I was a child, I was hated by skeletons!

Betty Armstrong:
I hope the owners don't mind their dishes holding a radioactive meteor.

Dr. Paul Armstrong:
Don't eat the meteor by mistake, whatever you do.

Dr. Paul Armstrong:
Seriously, we'll clean the dishes before we go.

Animala:
Amish Terrarium. Must find Amish terrarium.

Dr. Paul Armstrong:
I don't understand. Why does she need an Amish terrarium?

Betty Armstrong:
Don't the Amish live in open air, like us?

Dr. Paul Armstrong:
Of course, Betty, it's absurd. Putting the Amish in glass cases would be inhumane.

The Farmer:
Stay on this road here, past Dead Man's Curve, you'll come to an old fence, called The Devil's Fence. From there, go on foot till you come to a valley known as The Cathedral Of Lost Soap. Smack in the center is what they call Forgetful Milkman's Quadrangle. Stay right on The Path Of Staring Skulls and you come to a place called Death Clearing. Cabin's right there, can't miss it.

Dr. Paul Armstrong:
Looks like a perfect day for hunting space rocks, wouldn't you say Betty?

Betty Armstrong:
Oh Paul, I'm frightened.

Dr. Paul Armstrong:
Wh-what is it darling? What's the matter? Tell me?

Betty Armstrong:
I don't know. Nothing I can put my finger on. Not something I can see or touch or feel. But something I can't quite see or touch or feel or put my finger on.

Dr. Paul Armstrong:
Oh well. Shall we find that meteor?

Animala:
Rowr!

Dr. Paul Armstrong:
From now on, I'll stick to science, and leave the hunting alien mutants to the experts!

Betty Armstrong:
Well, I suppose if I had wanted a safe life, I wouldn't have married a man who studies rocks.