Honor women! They strew celestial roses on the pathway of our terrestrial life.
Pierre-Claude-Victor BoisteGertie: I don't like his feet. Elliot: They're only feet, you little twerp.
E.T. the Extra-TerrestrialE.T.: [steps on a bathroom scale, it reads 35 lbs] Elliot: 35 pounds? You're fat!
E.T. the Extra-TerrestrialElliot: You must be dead, because I don't know how to feel. I can't feel anything anymore.
E.T. the Extra-TerrestrialTyler: [to Elliot] Douche bag. Mary: [hits him on the head] No 'douche bag' talk in my house!
E.T. the Extra-TerrestrialMichael: We're all going to die and they're never going to give me my license!
E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial