Scientist:
"Wait! You can't! This is impossible!"
Phantom of Krankor:
"'Be silent. I am Dictator of Krankor. I assure you that the word "impossible" is a word which for me... does not exist!"
Phantom of Krankor:
"Attention, people of Earth: I am Ambassador Phantom, from the planet Krankor! I am rapidly approaching your planet... in the warship, which you have just seen."
Broadcaster:
"It's overloading every channel! What a powerful beam he must have! Look at that modulation!"
Phantom of Krankor:
"I will arrive tomorrow night at precisely eight o'clock. At that time I shall make my wishes known to you. You will obey them... or die! Have a pleasant night's sleep... HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!"
Phantom of Krankor:
"I am the Phantom of Krankor. Ha ha ha ha."
Phantom of Krankor:
"You there! Discharge the caustic vapors!"
Prince of Space:
"Hold your fire! Your weapons are useless - let's try bare hands now!"
Prince of Space:
"There's no use firing - your guns won't work against me!"
Phantom of Krankor:
"Give everyone four hours off."
Phantom of Krankor:
"I've got ya now, ya scum!"
Johnny:
"What's the matter with you, Mickey? This might be dangerous!"
Mickey:
"I'm not afraid. If you are, go on home."
Wally:
"I just wish I could teach them something besides boot-blacking."
Mickey:
"What's the matter with boot-blacking? We both like it very much! Right Kimmy?"
Phantom of Krankor:
"Come on out or we're gonna kill some differin'!"
Prince of Space:
"How many times do I have to demonstrate to you... your guns are worthless against me!"
Professor Macken:
"What happened to my driver?"
Phantom of Krankor:
"Come now, Professor. What a silly question. I can't be bothered to keep track of your worthless servants. We blasted him out of an airlock, so by now he's probably fallen into a star! HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!"
Phantom of Krankor:
"Now, gentlemen, your time has come. Prepare to leave Krankor."
Scientist:
"What's that?"
Phantom of Krankor:
"Prepare to leave. Each of you will enter a space capsule."
Scientist:
"What?"
Phantom of Krankor:
"Come closer!"
Prince of Space:
"I'm close enough. Thank you anyway. The stench of your foul breath is more than my stomach can stand!"
Prince of Space:
"Your weapons have no effect on me!"