Dr. Paul Armstrong Quotes in

Ranger Brad: Well again I didn't mean to throw a damper. Believe me that's the last thing I'd like to throw. I don't want to throw anything at all really. But when folks are horribly mutilated, I feel it's my job to tell others. We take our horrible mutilations seriously up in these parts.

Betty Armstrong: I'm sure you do. Honey, the Ranger's just doing his job.

Dr. Paul Armstrong: Of course he is. I'm sorry Ranger Brad. I guess all this talk of horrible mutilation has me on edge.

Ranger Brad: That's all right Dr. Armstrong. This horrible mutilation has a whole lot of people on a whole lot of edges.

Dr. Paul Armstrong: Seriously, Betty, you know what this meteor could mean to science. If we find it, and it's real, it could mean a lot. It could mean actual advances in the field of science.

Dr. Paul Armstrong: Dinner was delicious, honey. Keep cooking like that and I won't even be able to move, let alone do science.

Betty Armstrong: That'd suit me fine, Mr. Meteor.

Dr. Paul Armstrong: Ouch, that hurt. Tomorrow let's say you and I go searching for our rocky glowing radioactive friend from space... together.

Betty Armstrong: Paul Armstrong, I do believe there's hope for you yet. Shake on it?

Dr. Paul Armstrong: Why shake when we can touch other things... like lips?

Dr. Paul Armstrong: As a scientist I just wish I could appreciate more things like cabins... bicycles...

Dr. Paul Armstrong: I might just be a test-tube-tipping lab jockey who's looked at too many shiny rocks for far too long but something tells me you know more about this than you're letting on.

Dr. Paul Armstrong: Hmm... I wonder.

Dr. Roger Fleming: Hmm... I also wonder.

Betty Armstrong: I hope the owners don't mind their dishes holding a radioactive meteor.

Dr. Paul Armstrong: Don't eat the meteor by mistake, whatever you do.

[they laugh]

Dr. Paul Armstrong: Seriously, we'll clean the dishes before we go.

Skeleton: You must find the atmosphereum.

Animala: Amish Terrarium. Must find Amish terrarium.

Dr. Paul Armstrong: I don't understand. Why does she need an Amish terrarium?

Betty Armstrong: Don't the Amish live in open air, like us?

Dr. Paul Armstrong: Of course, Betty, it's absurd. Putting the Amish in glass cases would be inhumane.

Dr. Paul Armstrong: Looks like a perfect day for hunting space rocks, wouldn't you say Betty?

Betty Armstrong: Oh Paul, I'm frightened.

Dr. Paul Armstrong: Wh-what is it darling? What's the matter? Tell me?

Betty Armstrong: I don't know. Nothing I can put my finger on. Not something I can see or touch or feel. But something I can't quite see or touch or feel or put my finger on.

Dr. Paul Armstrong: Oh well. Shall we find that meteor?

Dr. Paul Armstrong: Mutilate... Mutant... I wonder.

Dr. Paul Armstrong: The only person I want in that pretty little head of yours is me.

Dr. Paul Armstrong: From now on, I'll stick to science, and leave the hunting alien mutants to the experts!

Betty Armstrong: Paul, you're not well enough. You hardly touched your pudding.

Dr. Paul Armstrong: If I'm wrong about my hunch, Betty, I'll buy you enough pudding to go to the moon and back!

Betty Armstrong: Wher-where am I? What happened?

Dr. Paul Armstrong: It's alright Betty, you were just doing some very stupid things.