David Laughlin: We didn't choose this place! We didn't choose these people! They were invited!
Claude Lacombe: They belong here more than we.
Is that it? Is that all you're gonna ask me? Well I got a couple of thousand goddamn questions, you know. I want to speak to someone in charge. I want to lodge a complaint. You have no right to make people crazy! You think I investigate every Walter Cronkite story there is? Huh? If this is just nerve gas, how come I know everything in such detail? I've never been here before. How come I know so much? What the hell is going on around here? Who the hell are you people?Roy Neary
[on the police inquiring about her son] They asked me if I'd seen any strangers in the neighborhood.Jillian Guiler
David Laughlin: Who flies crates like these anymore?
Project Leader: No one. These planes were reported missing in 1945.
He says the sun came out last night. He says it sang to him.Project Leader
Air Traffic Controller: AirEast 31, do you wish to file a report of any kind to us?
AirEast Pilot: [over radio] I wouldn't know what kind of report to file, Center.
Have you recently had a close encounter?David Laughlin
Okay, let's have a vote. Tomorrow night you can play Goofy Golf, which is a lot of standing in line and shoving and pushing, and probably getting a 'zero,' or you can see Pinocchio, which is a lot of furry animals and magic, and you'll have a wonderful time. Okay? So let's vote.Roy Neary
Ronnie Neary: Roy, that is a terrific way to win over your children.
Roy Neary: I'm not serious, I'm just saying that I grew up with Pinocchio, and if kids are still kids, they're going to eat it up.
Roy Neary: Hey, you know what's playing tonight? Pinocchio! You guys have never seen Pinocchio, you're in luck!
Brad Neary: Aw, who wants to see some dumb cartoon rated 'G' for kids?
Roy Neary: How old are you?
Brad Neary: Eight.
Roy Neary: You wanna be nine?
Brad Neary: Yeah.
Roy Neary: Then you're going to go see Pinocchio tomorrow night.
You can come and play now.Barry Guiler
Well they're not moon burns, goddamnit.Roy Neary