My Favorite Martian

Uncle Martin:
Martians use 100% of their brain while humans only use 10%.

Tim O'Hara:
No, we're smarter than that.

Uncle Martin:
Your astronauts pee in their space suits. Case closed.

Tim O'Hara:
We use more than 10% of our brains.

Uncle Martin:
Your astronauts pee in their space suits. Case closed.

Brace Channing:
Here's a rememberence of our last date.

Uncle Martin:
You earthlings don't know how lucky you are. The only water we get on Mars has to be squeezed from rocks.

Tim O'Hara:
O'Hara here, leave a message, keep it short.

Mr. Channing:
Channing here, you're fired. Short enough for you?

Uncle Martin:
Mine! Nerplex.

Uncle Martin:
Blotz!

Uncle Martin:
It's Lizzie. What's a Lizzie?

Zoot, Martin's Talking Space Suit:
I'd say a Model T Ford, but this one's got better tires.

Uncle Martin:
Tim, anything in this room strike you as odd?

Uncle Martin:
Wake up, Tim. There's a big day ahead of us.

Tim O'Hara:
It's still night time. You've been asleep for 30 seconds.

Uncle Martin:
30 seconds? I *was* tired!

Coleye:
This is similar to the Martian incident of 1963.

Armitan:
Careful, Stupid. Not only is that incident classified, it never happened!

Zoot, Martin's Talking Space Suit:
Beavis down, Butt-head to go.

Uncle Martin:
Stop being such a wet blanket.

Zoot, Martin's Talking Space Suit:
Hey, leave my mother out of this.

Tim O'Hara:
Your space ship is double parked in my living room.