- Barry Fenaka: [to Dick] Case you're wondering, I've, uh, transferred my entire Swing-era collection from 78s to tape. It's probably worth more than this whole car if I decided to sell it.
- Dick Kanipsia: [noticing Barry grooming his mustache] What the hell are you doing?
- Barry Fenaka: Business. You look in control, you *are* in control.
- Kitty Kopetzky: [they're sitting in a public laundromat] I wouldn't wash any of my stuff in a place like this.
- Dick Kanipsia: Is that a fact?
- Kitty Kopetzky: I mean, the water doesn't boil, right? Has to be germs all over the place, right? Hair - there's pubic hair by the bushel basket floating around in there.
- Dick Kanipsia: [very annoyed] Oh, please, please, please! Will you just stop? I mean, for once, all right?
- Kitty Kopetzky: It's working, man. You're playing right into their hands.
- Dick Kanipsia: What's working? Whose hands?
- Barry Fenaka: [holding a shotgun] Not this kid anyway.
- Kitty Kopetzky: That's not going to do any good. If you all calm down I can explain the problem here.
- Dick Kanipsia: Oh, I'd bet you can.
- Mary Fenaka: I... I'd like to hear.
- Kitty Kopetzky: Don't be so goddamned cynical. You know, there's some things you're never going to understand. First time I laid eyes on those two black objects out there I knew what was happening, because I can see the obvious, whereas you people try to look right through everything, okay? Now get this: they're flying saucers.
- Barry Fenaka: For Christ's sake.
- Dick Kanipsia: [to Kitty] Well, I've, uh, always considered it my duty to take the best care of my body possible. I mean, that includes everything from not getting it beat up, or abused or... killed, or infected.