Full Moon


 * Mr. Small: That's it. I quit.


 * Mr. Rude: Come on, Mr. Rude. Move it. I want to get home.


 * Mr. Rude: Look at that.
 * Mr. Stuborn: You are talking again.
 * Mr. Rude: But there was a flying saucer. Right there.
 * Mr. Stuborn: That is not a flying saucer.
 * Mr. Rude: I have seen enough movies to know. That was a flying saucer.
 * Mr. Stuborn: Exactly. Those are movies. In the real world, no such thing as existed.
 * Mr. Rude: I am telling you, stubborn goat. Aliens just landed in that corn field.
 * Mr. Stuborn: And I'm telling you are wrong. I'll prove it!
 * Mr. Rude: Ooh! Slow down. You could hit the alien.
 * Mr. Stuborn: How many times do I have to tell you? There is no such thing as aliens!
 * Mr. Rude: Ha! What did you call that?


 * Mr. Stuborn: Let's go!
 * Mr. Rude: Huh? (Gasps) I knew it.


 * Mr. Rude: There are taking us aboard this ship.


 * Mr. Rude: Mr. Stubborn, we are kidnap by aliens!


 * Mr. Rude: Just get us out of here.