Chick:
I never told anybody this before, but I hate flyin'. So it would be an awful shame to die now.
Rockhound:
That's easy for you to say. I owe 100 grand to a fat-ass loan shark which I spent on a stripper named Molly Mounds.
Chick:
Boy, that's bad.


Chick:
Man, what are you doing with a gun in space?


F.B.I. Agent:
We have a national security matter.
Rockhound:
Good for you.


[after escaping the Russian Space Station explosion]
Freddy Noonan:
Pretty intense, huh?
Lev Andropov:
That's why I told you "touch nothing". But you're bunch of cowboys!


Lev Andropov:
Don't touch my uncle! You know? He's a genius of my family.


Ronald Quincy:
I know the presidents' chief scientific advisor, we were at MIT together. And, in a situation like this, you-you really don't wanna take the advice from a man who got a C minus in astrophysics. The presidents' advisors are... wrong. I'm right.


A.J.:
Have you ever heard of Evel Knievel?
Lev Andropov:
No, I never saw Star Wars.


Harry Stamper:
For god's sakes think about what you're doin'. Why are you listening to someone that's a hundred thousand miles away? We're here. No body down there can help us. So if we don't get this job done, then everybody's gone.
Chick:
One minute.
Harry Stamper:
I have been drilling holes in the earth for thirty years. And I have never, *never* missed a depth that I have aimed for. And by God, I am not gonna miss this one. I will make 800 feet.
Chick:
42 seconds.
Harry Stamper:
But I can't do it alone, Colonel. I need your help.
Colonel William Sharp:
You swear on your daughter's life, on my family's, that you can hit that mark.
Harry Stamper:
I will make 800 feet. I swear to God I will.
Colonel William Sharp:
Then let's turn this bomb off.


Denise:
What are you doing here?
Chick:
I was just passing by on the, uh, I came...
Tommy:
[comes onto the porch with a toy] Who's he?
Denise:
That man's a salesman. Would you go inside? Thank you.
Chick:
[Tommy goes inside the house] He got big.
Denise:
You can't come around like this. The court says you can't. It confuses him.
Chick:
No I know. I just... I wanted to say that I'm sorry about everything, and... I got something coming up, something kinda big. You just might be proud of me. Would you do something for me? Would you just give him this. You don't have - you don't have to tell him who it's from just...
[puts a toy shuttle on the porch]


Grace Stamper:
I understand that you were handicapped by a natural immaturity, and I forgive you.


President:
We didn't see this thing coming?
Dan:
Well, our object collison budget's a million dollars. That allows us to track about 3% of the sky, and beg'n your pardon sir, but it's a big-ass sky.


Rockhound:
This is so much fun, it's freaky!