time for a obscure one:
[after German scientist comments on Mozart at dinner] What do you think of Mr. Mozart, Exeter?
I'm afraid I don't know the chap.
"I'm not an alien!"
My mind must have been wandering. Your composer, of course.
*Our* composer - he belongs to the world!
Yes, indeed.
"I'm not an alien."
That dinner, Exeter, was even more perfect than you promised. Now if you'll excuse me, I could do with some fresh air myself.
He's gonna get high!
Would you care to join me, Dr. Adams?
"Uh, no!"
You, Dr. Carlson?
"Your turn to walk the Cal."
Why don't you? Show him the grounds.
"I dare ya!"
We won't start cracking the whip on Meecham until tomorrow.
"Then I ram my ovipositor down your throat, and lay my eggs in your chest! But I'm *not* an alien!"
(note and major hint- "" denote off screen speaking"