Blaznee Quotes in Spaced Invaders (1990)

[after crash-landing]

Blaznee: Well, let's see. We got a torqued-out digi-framus, our mega-spaz redundancy pile is on the blink, and it looks like we bruised our boo-boo.

Deputy Pillsbury: No license, no registration, no plates, no headlights, no taillights, no WHEELS, and I caught you going 3000 miles per hour. That's

[punches on calculator]

Deputy Pillsbury: 2945 miles per hour in excess of the posted limit.

Blaznee: Great. There goes my insurance.

Captain Bipto: We did win, didn't we?

Blaznee: No, but if we think fast enough we might just live to lie about it.

Blaznee: Maybe, you'd better step back and get the big picture here.

Deputy Pillsbury: Okay...

[He steps back, and triggers the homemade booby trap]

Deputy Pillsbury: I've just made a terrible mistake, haven't I?

Blaznee: Ain't life a bitch?

Blaznee: Just for the record ...

Enforcer Drone: I'm listening.

Blaznee: I thought this was a bad idea.

Enforcer Drone: Just for the record, you'd better hope not.

Captain Bipto: What's the problem? Just vaporise; everyone, everything, boof, mission accomplished, medals, awards, a parade, next!

Giggywig: No! Wrong! False! None of the above! Why: because we're not supposed to be here!

Captain Bipto: What?

Giggywig: We goofed, we erred, we misinterpreted the data at hand!

Blaznee: Told ya so.

Blaznee: Kids, 3D and driving don't mix.

Captain Bipto: Meet us at the Wrenchmuller farm. Bipto out.

Blaznee: Hey, where do you guys grow your wrenchmullers?

Blaznee: [singing] Oh give me a home / Where the asteroids roam

Blaznee, Captain Bipto, Dr. Ziplock: And the gleebs and the buzzy mugs play / Where gravity's low / And the water is snow / And the desert winds blow you away / Mars, Mars is my home / Where everyone's short just like me / I wish I was where / There is not so much air / And two moons to shine down upon me.

Blaznee: But, why? Why would Mars want to attack the puny, insignificant forces of Earth?

Others: [All together] Because we'd win!

Blaznee: The hyperfusion feedback governor, back on the ship, just had a meltdown. If we don't get back to zero gravity within the next, ohh, hour, the ship's hyperdrive will implode, creating an ever expanding hole in the space-time continuum, making you, me, and the rest of this galaxy, some other universe's problem.

Dr. Ziplock: Do something, you're the pilot!

Blaznee: How about if I eject?