A race of small, furry aliens make lunch out of the locals in a farming town.

Critter 1: They have weapons
Critter 2: So what
[Critter 2 is shot off the porch]
Critter 1: Fuck!
[Johnny and Charlie makes an entrance by shooting up the house]
Jay Brown: Brad, who did you bring?
Brad Brown: Charlie and Johnny Steele.
April Brown: Who?
Charlie McFadden: Call the Army! They're here.
Critter 1: Status report.
Critter 2: Minor Damage.
Critter 1: What now?
Critter 2: Food!
[April and Steve are going out from the dinner]
Jay Brown: Helen, have you... you know, talk to her, about the way things are?
Helen Brown: Years ago.
Jay Brown: Years?
[Critter finds an E.T. doll]
Critter 1: Who are you?
[Critter gets frustrated and bites its head off]
[Charlie lifts up Harv off of the floor with one hand]
Charlie McFadden: I hope not you're take over our operation.
Harv: Help... put me down...
[Harv flies through the window and hits the ground]
[Transformer disguises himself as Charlie and turns towards the pool players]
Charlie McFadden: Keep your shirt on asshole.
Ug: We're here for the Crites.
Brad Brown: Did you see that meteor?
Jay Brown: I saw something.
Brad Brown: Maybe it's a Russian spy probe on some sort of secret mission.
Jay Brown: I think you watch too much TV.
[Spaceship is landing on the yard]
Critter 1: Critters mumble...
Critter 2: Foood!

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