Elliot: He's a man from outer space and we're taking him to his spaceship.
Greg: Well, can't he just beam up?
Elliot: This is REALITY, Greg.

Elliot: You could be happy here, I could take care of you. I wouldn't let anybody hurt you. We could grow up together, E.T.

Nothing ever came from it, but clearly there was a need even then for more space. It's funny to look at how we've grown, when we started with 15 kids in two rooms.

A man should be taller, older, heavier, uglier, and hoarser than his wife.

Nevermind nomenclatures, boy! What a serendipitous situation this is!

Man is the animal that intends to shoot himself out into interplanetary space, after having given up on the problem of an efficient way to get himself five miles to work and back each day.