| Zed: |
You will dress only in attire specially sanctioned
by M.I.B. special services. You'll conform to the identity
we give you. Eat where we tell you. Live where we tell you.
From now on, you'll have no identifying marks of any kind.
You will not stand out in any way. Your entire image is crafted
to leave no lasting memory with anyone you encounter. You
are a rumor, recognizable only as deja vu, and dismissed just
as quickly. You don't exist. You were never even born. Anonymity
is your name, silence is your native tongue. You are no longer
part of the system. You are above the system, over it, beyond
it. We're "them." We're "they." We are the Men in Black. |
| ----- |
| Zed: |
May I ask, why you felt little Tiffany deserved
to die? |
| ----- |
| Kay: |
Human thought is so primitive, it's looked
upon as an infectious disease in some of the better galaxies.
That kind of makes you proud, doesn't it? |
| ----- |
| Zed: |
Let's put it on. |
| Jay: |
Put what on? |
| Zed: |
The last suit you'll ever wear. |
| ----- |
| Kay: |
This is called a neuralyzer. It's a gift from
some friends from out of town. This red eye, here, will isolate
the electronic impulses in your brain, more specifically the
ones for memory. |
| ----- |
| Zed: |
The twins keep us on Centarian time. It's a
37-hour day. Give it a few months, you'll get used to it,
or you'll have a psychotic episode. |
| ----- |
| Kay: |
Show me your face and I'll cure all your ills. |
| ----- |
| Jay: |
How many times have you flashy-thinged that
poor woman? |
| Kay: |
Couple. |
| Jay: |
So, what you not worried about no long-term
damage? |
| Kay: |
Little. |
| Jay: |
Hey, Kay, have you ever flashy-thinged me? |
| Kay: |
No. |
| Jay: |
I ain't playing with you Kay. Have you ever
flashy-thinged me? |
| Kay: |
No. |
| ----- |
| I.N.S. Agent Janus: |
Who are you, really? |
| Kay: |
Really? I am just a figment of your imagination. |
| ----- |
| Kay: |
A person is smart; people are dumb panicky
dangerous animals and you know it. |
| ----- |
| Beatrice: |
You here to make fun of me, too? |
| Kay: |
No ma'am. We at the F.B.I. do not have a sense
of humor we are aware of. |
| ----- |
| Kay: |
Remember the little red button? |
| Jay: |
Yeah. |
| Kay: |
Push the little red button. |
| ----- |
| Jay: |
Unlimited technology from the whole universe,
and we cruse around in a Ford P.O.S. |
| ----- |
| Jay: |
When do I get my own flashy-little-memory-messier-upper-thing? |
| Kay: |
When you grow up. |
| ----- |
| Kay: |
Imagine a giant cockroach, with unlimited strength,
a massive inferiority complex, and a real short temper. It's
tear-assing around Manhattan island in a brand new Edger suit. |
| ----- |
| Jay: |
When was the last time you had a CAT scan? |
| Kay: |
About six months ago, it's company policy. |
| Jay: |
Right, you should make another appointment. |
| ----- |
| Jay: |
So, you just flash that thing, it erases her
memory, and you just make up a new one? |
| Kay: |
Standard issue neuralyzer. |
| Jay: |
And, that weak-ass story is the best you can
come-up with? |
| ----- |
| The Bug: |
Place particle weapon on the ground. |
| Edgar: |
You can have my gun, when you pry it from my
cold dead fingers. |
| The Bug: |
Your proposal is acceptable. |
| ----- |
| Jay: |
The way I hear it, Jeebsy, you're into something
a little hotter than some stolen Rolexes. |
| Jack Jeebs: |
Well, I'm a huge crack dealer now, but I still
work here because I love the hours. |
| ----- |
| Kay: |
Let her go, sh** eater. |
| ----- |
| Kay: |
Congratulations, Reg', it's a . . . squid. |
| ----- |
| Jay: |
You know what the difference is between you
and me? I make this look good. |
| ----- |
| Kay: |
You're under arrest for violating section 4-1-5-3
of the Tycho treaty. |
| ----- |
| Kay: |
I want you on the next transport off this rock,
or I will shoot you where it won't grow back. |
| ----- |
| Kay: |
Roaches check in . . . |
| Jay: |
They don't check out. |
| ----- |
| Jay: |
Dr. . . . uh, whatever, come here. |
| ----- |
| Kay: |
Did he say anything to you? |
| Jay: |
Yeah, he said the world was coming to an end. |
| Kay: |
Did he say when? |
| ----- |
| Dee: |
I'll tell you Kay, I will miss the chase. |
| Kay: |
No, Dee, you won't. |
| ----- |
| Kay: |
[I] need to tell you something about your skills:
as of right now, they mean precisely dick. |
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