Sam: \char= Maggie: You know Sam, French men are very small. Sam: Yeah? Maggie: But not this guy. It's like Godzilla's tail! He could take down Tokyo with that thing! Maggie: What's your name? Sam: Mike. Maggie: What's your name, Mike? Sam: Sam. Sam: I'm the Milky Way Man, and I know everything! [watching Anton and Linda on the camera obscura, without sound, Sam and Maggie ad-lib their conversation with French accents] Sam: Look, my darling, I wanted to show you how well my hands fit on top of my knees, and also to give you a little... Maggie: Get away from me. Get away from me, please. You are rude. Sam: Oh, but I love you, my little lamb. I must have you. My love is throbbing at quite a fevered cadence. Maggie: But you cannot have me. My love is reserved for another. Sam: You cannot mean...? Maggie: Yes! The Milky Way Man! [on the screen, Anton turns away from Linda] Sam: No, no, no! Anyone but him! No, this is a man who can predict Alpha Cluster emissions. Next to him, I am nothing. I'm a worm, I'm a little... Maggie: Yes, I love his emissions. Not every man... [they crack up laughing] Maggie: ...can be the Milky Way Man. Sam: No. [on the screen, Anton sulks] Maggie: What will you do now? Sam: Forlorn, I will wander the earth by myself - thinking of you and pausing occasionally to have the sex with the skullses. Heh-heh. Maggie: That's good. Now be quiet about that, or I will make you... [Linda stuffs a pecan into Anton's mouth, and then licks her fingers] Maggie: Eat another one of these pecans! Sam: I like! Oh, this is very good. Maggie: Look how I'm licking my fingers. You like that? Sam: I like everything, I am French.
: Oh my God! Oh my God he's killing her! Maggie: Yeah, he's killin' her all right, and she's loving every minute of it! [hearing Anton and Linda screaming with ecstasy] Sam: No, she's not like that! She likes to make love quiet and slow and gentle... Maggie: Are you kidding? That girl of yours is a carnival ride! Maggie: The only way that girl is coming back to you is if a blast of semen catapults her across the street and through the window. [last lines] Sam: So I saw this episode of "Lassie" today. And Lassie was accused of a crime she didn't commit, and the Ranger was coming to put her to sleep. Maggie: Uh-oh. How's Lassie going to get out of this one? Sam: Well, the little boy told Lassie that she had to go away, far away. Maggie: For her own good. Sam: Yes, but you see, Lassie couldn't leave. Lassie just couldn't leave the boy. Maggie: What did he do? Sam: He told her he never liked her. He said, "I hate you, Lassie. I hate you. You're a bad dog." Maggie: That must have made Lassie sad. Sam: Yes, it did. Lassie trotted off, very sadly. But you know what happened? Lassie came home, Maggie. Maggie: Did the little boy make it with Lassie? Sam: Yes. Yes he did. Maggie: I sleep naked. It's the only way I'm comfortable, so don't think of it as a come-on, because if you so much as breathe in my direction I will nail your willy to that beam. Sam: He said something about having sex with my skull. Maggie: Ah, he says that to everyone, don't worry about it. Maggie: When I was a kid, my father had this dog that started to get all weak and sickly. He takes it to the vet, he examines it and says a maggot must have laid eggs in the dog's butt. The baby maggots have crawled up, now they've started to grow, and eventually they're gonna eat the dog alive from the inside. He says it should be put to sleep, because it's an old dog anyway. But father won't do it. He takes the dog home, he puts it on the bed, he reaches up into the dog, picking out the maggots with his finger, one by one. It takes him all night, but he gets every last one. That dog outlived my father. That's love, Sam. Maggie: I don't want him back, I just want him vaporized, extinguished! When I'm done with him, he'll be just a twitching little stain on the floor. Maggie: Well, that is, without a doubt, the most pathetic thing I've ever heard. Sam: You don't understand... Maggie: And I don't mean that in a trivial way. I'm a photographer, I've seen a lot of things. I once took pictures of a man who ate his own legs, and you would be the black sheep of that family. Anton:
The midgets coming out of the blue!