Coneheads
1993
Beldar Conehead: An owner's manual to a Ford Lincoln Mercury Sable. Highmaster: Ford Lincoln Mercury Sable? Beldar Conehead: A personal conveyance named after its inventor, an assassinated ruler, a character from Greco-Roman myth and a small furry mammal. Highmaster: Ah.
(Connie gulps down an entire sub sandwich) Ronnie: (impressed) Wow! My Mom's the only other woman I know who can eat a sub like that! Connie: (pointing at Ronnie's sub) You going to finish that?
(Beldar tears open the roof to Ronnie's car) Ronnie: H-hi, Mr Conehead. Beldar Conehead: I find you unacceptable! Ronnie: Yes, sir. Beldar Conehead: If I did not fear incarceration from human authority figures, I would terminate your life functions by applying sufficient pressure to your blunt skull so as to force its collapse! Ronnie: Th-thank you.
Beldar Conehead: When my people come to colonize this planet, you will be on the protected rolls, and no harm will come to you. Gladys Johnson, Driving Student: You are wise. But there is a sadness to your wisdom.
Fire Marshal: Pretty cheap, Conehead.
Golfer: Hey buddy, what's with the head? Larry Farber: Ah forget him, he's not a member.
Prymatt Conehead: You know Connie, I read in a magazine that you can talk to me about anything.
Highmaster: Therefore, you will... NARFLE THE GARTHOK!
Dr Rudolph, Dentist: Hello Mr Sick-o. Beldar Conehead: DeChicco, my name is DeChicco.
Otto: Hey Beldar, got any more of that gum? Beldar Conehead: Certainly. (hands him a wrapped condum) Otto: On second thought, I better not chew and drive.
Highmaster: Let it be written... are you writing this?