Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He said it best
Byron. Is everything all right? You still coming tomorrow?
-Oh, my God. -Yikes.
...therefore, peaceful and enlightened.
I've changed, man.
She's flirting with him.
You're an adult. Just cope.
DO THE MARTIANS HAVE TWO SEXES LIKE WE DO..??
-Sure. You got one? -She has.
Good night...
Go, go!
Little people...
Look!
And you, do please call me Donald.
All right.
Bye-bye, Grandma.
Byron?
But didn't I always tell you, honey...
...flying saucers.
Mr. Land, excuse me, please.
ANNIHILATE! KILL! KILL!
I have some good news for you. The Martian ambassador is here.
Oh, Donald. I'm scared.
-Finished! -One minute, 57 seconds.
--language you choose to employ, and in certain circumstances...
So that's how it could breathe in our atmosphere.
You gave up pork?
We know they're extremely advanced technologically...
Screw the press. This is a need-to-know situation.
-There You Go. -Thank You.
And if we notice down here, behind the optic chiasm...
This is great.
You just try and stop me. That plane arrives at 4 p.m.
That is a portrait of James Monroe.
They came in peace.
Gee whiz.
AD in my dreams then ı woke up!
What are you wasting this phone time for? We're gonna see you tomorrow.
-How many centuries did he say? -Eight hundred, sir.
Daddy!
Listen, you're doing the best you can.
Annihilate. Kill! Kill! Kill!
Annihilate Kill! Kill! Kill!
Mr. President, we must not send these people the wrong message.
Now, here he is, Mr. Music-Maker himself, Lawrence Welk.
Mr. President, we cannot sit on this.
We will never, ever surrender!
I don't think so.
Call me Nathalie.
Oh forget grandma, she’s halfway to outer space already!
Why can't this crazy love
One, our Martian friend is a carbon-based life form.
And our world will never feel quite the same again.
...because it's better in a lot of ways.
Yeah, tomorrow.
Why you wanna come at me that way, Art?
Oh.
General Casey...