Touched by an Alien

My crazy's working a lot better than your sanity.

It's a snake, then.' 'Rattler?' 'Most likely.' I was taking this extremely well. 'We have to kill it. By we, of course, I mean you. I'll stand here and scream.

We think a person should do right because it's right, not because their soul will be in eternal jeopardy if they don't toe the line.

You come from Planet Hunk, sent to Earth to protect and serve. And make the ladies happy.

Can either one of you actually fly?" "Ummm...define fly." I heard cursing over the radios.

Do I really run like that?" (Kitty) "Yup," Martini confirmed. "Don't worry, I think it's sexy." "Thank God. I think I look like a cheetah on drugs.

I'll marry you before any tree on Earth.

Kitty, do you have the bottle?" "In my purse. Which is in my room. Not that I think I can find my room from here." "I'll get it," Martini said. He stood up and disappeared. Ten seconds later he was back, bottle in hand. "What kept you?" "That purse gets worse every time I look inside.

Once you go alien, you really do never go back.

What song would lull a snake into submission? "John Mayer?" "Over my dead body." "Could be, Tim, could be.

I think you're cute when the power goes to your head.

You ever flown something before?" (Christopher) "I hold the highest score at A.S.U. for Star Wars: Starfighter." (Kitty) "I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I'm going to regret this." (Christopher)

We lifted up and then bobbed. "Back! Pull it back!" (Christopher) "It's hard." (Kitty) "The ground is harder!" (Christopher)

Great. I was housing with the Extreme Morning Militants. What a joy.

I was on the floor. "Um, a little help?" Christopher put his hand down. Martini cleared his throat and Christopher's hand retracted. "I can handle it, thanks." "There's nothing amorous about pulling someone off the floor," Christopher muttered. "There is when I do it.

Suddenly, I can see you weren’t bragging – once you go alien, you really do never go back.