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In Moscow, five young people lead the charge against an alien race who have attacked Earth via our power supply.
Sean: Team work makes the dream work.
Ben: Wait, let me put down the only effective weapon to attend to a lady in distress.
Skyler: How'd you come up with that? Sean: I don't know. Shark Week.
Sean: Our expansion plans for Moscow include getting drunk, laid and ending up in a Russian prison, all at the click of a button.
Boris: Welcome to Russia, sucker.
Russian Flight Attendant: Sir, could you please turn that off? It can interfere with the plane's navigation systems. Sean: Do you really believe that? Because people have been talking outside, you know, the flight attendant social circle of trust, and word is that nobody really believes that. Ben: Excuse my friend. He was dropped on his head as a child. Sean: No. If these were really that bad, the wouldn't let you bring them on the plane, flat out. If you agree with me, don't unfold your arms.
Ben: Those are great burgers, Walter.
Ben: Ooh, an American. Sean: I didn't fly halfway around the world to see Americans. Tell her to go to Applebees.
Sean: They can see us but we can't see them.
Skyler: Next time, you send an NDA. Sean: You must mean the Non-Douchebag Agreement.
Sean: They came here with a plan.
Sean: This is how it starts.
Sean: What's the dress code for the end of the world? Jacket, no tie.