Exeter Quotes in Henry V (1989)

Exeter: This was a merry message.

King Henry V: We hope to make the sender blush at it.

[Delivering a message from King Henry to the French King]

Exeter: This is his claim, his threatening and my message. Unless the *Dolphin*

[intentionally mispronounced]

Exeter: be in presence here, to whom expressly I bring greeting too.

French King: For us, we will consider of this further. Tomorrow shall you bear our full intent back to our brother England.

Dauphin: For the *Dauphin*

[emphasizes the correct pronunciation]

Dauphin: , I stand here for him. What to him from England?

Exeter: Scorn and defiance, slight regard, contempt and any thing that may not misbecome the mighty sender, doth he prize you at. Thus says my king.

Carl Meecham: Relocation? To where?

The Monitor: To your Earth.

Exeter: A PEACEFUL relocation...

Crow T. Robot: After the genocide, of course.

Cal Meecham: [after German scientist comments on Mozart at dinner] What do you think of Mr. Mozart, Exeter?

Exeter: I'm afraid I don't know the chap.

Tom Servo: "I'm not an alien!"

Exeter: My mind must have been wandering. Your composer, of course.

Cal Meecham: *Our* composer - he belongs to the world!

Exeter: Yes, indeed.

Mike: "I'm not an alien."

Cal Meecham: That dinner, Exeter, was even more perfect than you promised. Now if you'll excuse me, I could do with some fresh air myself.

Crow T. Robot: He's gonna get high!

Cal Meecham: Would you care to join me, Dr. Adams?

Tom Servo: "Uh, no!"

Cal Meecham: You, Dr. Carlson?

Mike: "Your turn to walk the Cal."

Exeter: Why don't you? Show him the grounds.

Crow T. Robot: "I dare ya!"

Exeter: We won't start cracking the whip on Meecham until tomorrow.

Tom Servo: "Then I ram my ovipositor down your throat, and lay my eggs in your chest! But I'm *not* an alien!"

Exeter: I beg your pardon, Mr. Wilson, your camera will pick up nothing but black fog.

Tom Servo: Oh, it's a Goldstar.

Exeter: Now place your hands above the rail

[hands suddenly attach to the rail]

Exeter: ... they're magnetized.

Crow T. Robot: And if your hands were metal, that would mean something.

Exeter: [a MutAnt blocks their path to escape] He appears badly hurt - stay close to me.

Tom Servo: *Ahem* "Guten Tag! Zigaretten? Wir wollen ein Auto mieten!"

Exeter: They're concentrating all their attention on Metaluna. Those flashes of light - they're meteors. Hundreds of them! The intense heat is turning Metaluna into a radioactive sun. The temperature must be thousands of degrees by now.

Crow T. Robot: Cooler by the lake.

Exeter: A lifeless planet. And yet...

Tom Servo: Rents are reasonable!

Exeter: Yet, still serving a useful purpose, I hope. Yes... a sun, warming the surface of some other world - giving light to those who may need it.

Mike: "Still, your whole family died. That's a bummer, huh?"

Exeter: I won't ask you to condone what we've done...

All: We condone it.

Exeter: Into the converter tubes. Ruth, you take the first tube. Cal, you take the second.

Cal Meecham: What about you?

Exeter: I'll take the third tube.

Tom Servo: [as Cal] Oh, right. Stupid question.

Exeter: [Hammy] Stand back... I command you, stand back!

Mike: ACTING!

Exeter: Yes, they're concentrating all their attention on Metaluna. Those flashes of light... they're meteors... hundreds of them! Intense heat is turning Metaluna into a radioactive sun. Temperature must be... thousands of degrees by now. A lifeless planet. And yet... yet still serving a useful purpose, I hope. Yes, a sun. Warming the surface of some other world. Giving light to those who may need it. Now, into the converter tubes! Ruth, you take the first tube. You the next.

Dr. Cal Meacham: What about you?

Exeter: I'll use the third tube.

Dr. Cal Meacham: What do you think of Mr. Mozart, Exeter?

Exeter: I'm afraid I don't know the gent... My mind must have been wandering. Your composer, of course.

Dr. Cal Meacham: "Our" composer! He belongs to the world.

Exeter: Yes, indeed.

The Monitor: Then you know that shortly we can expect Zagon to commence and sustain an all-out attack. Our ionization layer must be maintained until our relocation is effected.

Dr. Cal Meacham: Relocation? To where?

The Monitor: To your Earth.

Exeter: A peaceful relocation. We hope to live in harmony with the citizens of your Earth.

Dr. Ruth Adams: In harmony!

The Monitor: Our knowledge and weapons would make us your superiors, naturally.

Dr. Cal Meacham: Then why haven't your "superior" brains solved the problem of synthesizing uranium?