Michael: [walks in Elliot's room and sees E.T. in a dress; he chuckles] What's all this shit?
E.T.: E.T. phone home.
Michael: [astonished] My God, he's talking now.
E.T.: Home.
Elliot: E.T. phone home?
E.T.: [points to window] E.T. phone home.
Elliot: [whispers] And they'll come?
E.T.: Come? Home.
[pulls off wig and hat from his head]
E.T.: Home.