"We're locked into the Moons gravitational pull, what do we do?"
"Forget the guns! Ramming speed!"
alien with the eye-piece!:
"Death is a primitive concept! I'd like to think they are off fighting evil....in another dimension.
"I live in a trailer.... its like a cave.... that moves.
"Alex, I want you to know that it was for the greatest good that I brought you back. Of course... it never hurts to be rich.
Alex & Centauri:
"Listen, Centauri. I'm not any of those guys, I'm a kid from a trailer park.
If that's what you think, then that's all you'll ever be!
-Alex & Centauri"
"Oh, someday these cheapskates will thank me someday, trust Centauri.
"The amusing thing about this, it's all a big mistake. That particular Starfighter game was supposed to be delivered to Vegas, not some fleaspeck trailer park in the middle of tumbleweeds and tarantulas. So it must be fate, destiny, blind chance, luck eve
"Teriffic! I'm about to get killed a million miles from nowhere with a gung-ho iguana who tells me to relax.
Starfighter Game Voice:
"Greetings, Starfighter. You have been recruited by the Star League to defend the frontier against Xur and the Ko-Dan armada.
-Starfighter Game Voice"
Alex & Grig:
"One gunstar? Against the whole armada? It'll be a slaughter! That's the spirit!
No, MY slaughter!
-Alex & Grig"
"What are you worried about, Grig? Theoretically, we should already be dead!
"Death is a primitive concept; I prefer to think of them as battling evil - in another dimension!
"I've always wanted to fight a desperate battle against incredible odds.