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Graeme Willy: Why would Jesus want to shoot Charles Darwin?
Moses Buggs: The Good Lord is the only doctor she'll ever need.
Agent Zoil: Copy that!
Graeme Willy: No, no he's not evil, he's just a bit rude.
Gus: You guys should of givin her four tits
Graeme Willy: That's just sick!
Adam Shadowchild Fan: Can you sign my book?
Adam Shadowchild: Did you write it?
Adam Shadowchild Fan: No.
Adam Shadowchild: Then fuck off.
Paul: You'll know it when you see it.
Paul: Clive likes boning space bears!
Graeme Willy: Are you an alien?
Paul: To you I am, yes.
Graeme Willy: Are you gonna probe us
Paul: Why does everyone always assume that, what am I doing? Am a harvesting farts?
Paul: Yo fuck nuts, its probing time.
Agent Zoil: Three tits, that's awesome!
Paul: What's new, fatty?
Clive Gollings: It's not fat, Paul, it's power. So rude!
Agent Zoil: Call me Lorenzo.
Clive Gollings: Lorenzo Zoil?
Clive Gollings: There's a Alien in the back making bagels and coffee!
Graeme Willy: Why you want tea?
Paul: It's pretty strong shit, I got it from the military, actually. This is the stuff that killed Dylan.
Graeme Willy: Bob Dylan's not dead.
Paul: Isn't he?
Paul: I'm not gonna eat a DEAD bird, am I?
Clive Gollings: What if we wake up and find him inserting a probe into our ANUS?
Graeme Willy: Apparently they don't do that.
Paul: Oh yeah! Then how do you explain me? [coming out of the bathroom and making Ruth faint]
Paul: Hello, I'm Paul. [Clive faints]
Paul: This is America; kidnapping a Christian? That's worse than harboring a fugitive!
Paul: Well it's safe to say we've all learned something from this, be yourself, speak from your heart, some shit like that...
Paul: This spaceship takes off really slowly. It's a little awkward.
Agent Zoil: Nerds, huh?
O'Reilly: Yes, they wen to Comic-Con. They met Adam Shadowchild.
Agent Zoil: Who the hell's Adam Shadowchild?
Clive Gollings: I'm starving.
Paul: What's new, fatty?
Clive Gollings: It's not fat, Paul. It's power. You're so rude.
Paul: Stoke the fire!
Clive Gollings: They are going to rape us and break our arms!
Graeme Willy: I don't want my arms broke!
Clive Gollings: Get your own alien.
Paul: [sings] Clive likes boning space bears!
Paul: [after getting frisked inappropriately by O'Reilly] Get your goddamn hands off my motherfuckin' junk!
Paul: I'm not gonna eat a dead bird, am I?
Graeme Willy: Are you gonna probe us?
Paul: Why does everyone always assume that?! What am I doing? harvesting farts?! How much can I learn from an ass?!
Paul: Why are we holding hands?
Graeme Willy: So we look like a family. Just a couple of regular guys, walking down the street, with a small cowboy.
Robbed Woman: My weed!
Paul: Yo Fuck nuts! It's Probing time!
Paul: It's not like I set my phaser to faint!
Paul: Get your hand of my space junk.
Graeme Willy: But your talking to us! Are you using some alien power to translate our languages so we can understand each other!?
Paul: NO! IM SPEAKING FUCKING ENGLISH!!
Adam Shadowchild: Three tits? Awesome!
Ruth Buggs: Thank's Dick Milk
Graeme Willy: You are an alien!
Paul: To you I am, yes.
Graeme Willy: Are you gonna probe us?
Paul: Why does everyone always assume that? What am I doing? Harvesting farts? How much can I learn from an ass?
Paul: [to two rednecks] Hey fucknuts! Probing time.
Paul: [Paul is posing on the couch as Graeme prepares to draw him] Are you gonna draw me like your French girls, Jack?
[blows a kiss]
Paul: It's probing time, fucknuts.