From Dark Star.......
[Doolittle convinces the bomb not to explode.]
Doolittle: Hello, Bomb? Are you with me?
Bomb #20: Of course.
Doolittle: Are you willing to entertain a few concepts?
Bomb #20: I am always receptive to suggestions.
Doolittle: Fine. Think about this then. How do you know you exist?
Bomb #20: Well, of course I exist.
Doolittle: But how do you know you exist?
Bomb #20: It is intuitively obvious.
Doolittle: Intuition is no proof. What concrete evidence do you have that you exist?
Bomb #20: Hmmmm... well... I think, therefore I am.
Doolittle: That's good. That's very good. But how do you know that anything else exists?
Bomb #20: My sensory apparatus reveals it to me. This is fun.
Pinback wants the bomb to disarm.]
Pinback: All right, bomb. Prepare to receive new orders.
Bomb#20: You are false data.
Pinback: Hmmm?
Bomb #20: Therefore I shall ignore you.
Pinback: Hello... bomb?
Bomb #20: False data can act only as a distraction. Therefore, I shall refuse to perceive.
Pinback: Hey, bomb?
Bomb #20: The only thing that exists is myself.
Pinback: Snap out of it, bomb.
Memorable Quotes from
Flesh Gordon (1974)
Prince Precious: I'm Prince Precious, rightful heir to the throne of Porno. Years ago, this planet was a veritable paradise. But Wang, a maniacal botanist whose organ was devoured by a crazed Penis Flytrap, could not tolerate the existence of so much pleasure, and so, banding together an army of the impotent and frustrated, and armed with a small but effective sex ray, plunged my palace into carnal chaos, and took it over.
[after stepping off the space ship and taking a deep breath]
Dr. Flexi Jerkoff: Good, there's oxygen on this planet.
Dr. Flexi Jerkoff: Do you take me for a fool? Do you think I don't know you've come here to steal the plans to my new interstellar hydro-combustion miracle-patented micro-teflon nuclear gamma strato rocketship-grade missile? Which was twenty years in the making?
[Shows blue prints]
Dr. Flexi Jerkoff: And employs a new updraft design which lifts the ship on small spirals of synthetic strontium pellets?
[Puts blueprints back in jacket]
Dr. Flexi Jerkoff: Do you think I don't know that? Well, I've never even heard of it. So you're barking up the wrong tree.
Monster: Nobody burns my ass and gets away with it Gordon!
Dr. Flexi Jerkoff: The power pasties, Flesh!
Dr. Flexi Jerkoff: [threatening Little Nelly's lesbian warriors] Get back there! I've got the power pasties, and I know how to use 'em!
Dr. Flexi Jerkoff: [to Flesh, looking at Little Nelly and her lesbian warriors] My God, Flesh! They're dykes!
Monster: [after being shot in the bum by Flesh Gordon: Ooh, the pain! The humiliation! The haemorrhoids!