Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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