Uncle Martin: Martians use 100% of their brain while humans only use 10%. Tim O'Hara: No, we're smarter than that. Uncle Martin: Your astronauts pee in their spacesuits. Case closed.
Tim O'Hara: We use more than 10% of our brains. Uncle Martin: Your astronauts pee in their spacesuits. Case closed.
Mrs. Brown: Tim, what are you doing? Tim O'Hara: [standing on a ladder with a video camera] Uncle Martin is in the hot tub and I'm... watching. Mrs. Brown: Oh... [walking off, in sotto voice] Mrs. Brown: Weird family.
Coleye: This is similar to the Martian incident of 1963. Armitan: Careful, stupid. Not only is that incident classified, it never happened!
Uncle Martin: Blotz!
Uncle Martin: Stop being such a wet blanket. Zoot, Martin's Talking Space Suit: Hey, leave my mother out of this.
Uncle Martin: Tim, anything in this room strike you as odd?
Uncle Martin: Wake up, Tim. There's a big day ahead of us. Tim O'Hara: It's still night time. You've been asleep for 30 seconds. Uncle Martin: 30 seconds? I *was* tired!
Uncle Martin: I'm beginning to see a glim of potential among you Earthlings. One word of advice: You'll never completely advance as a culture until you take care of your oceans. And do away with daytime talk-shows.
Tim O'Hara: O'Hara here, leave a message, keep it short. Mr. Channing: Channing here, you're fired. Short enough for you?
Tim O'Hara: Your spaceship is double-parked in my living room.
Zoot, Martin's Talking Space Suit: Beavis down, Butt-head to go.
Uncle Martin: It's Lizzie. What's a Lizzie? Zoot, Martin's Talking Space Suit: I'd say a Model T Ford, but this one's got better tires.
Zoot, Martin's Talking Space Suit: [Over a pink dress] If love is a crime, lock me up. I'm guilty. Look at her, a perfect size six and never been worn.
