Bad Taste Page #3
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- 1987
- 91 min
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I'll have the head, Reg.|I want to suck his brains out.
We ought to go back to|get reinforcements.
- That'll take a day.|- And the rest!
Take two days to do|the bloody paperwork.
Yeah, and by then that collector|bloke could be dead.
If he's not really.
Look, we'll go in...
after midnight.
Well, guess I'll have|to issue a gun to Ozzy.
Yeah, but don't forget about|his personality disorder.
Open season on E.T.s, Frank?
Remember, Ozzy...
Get in quietly, get out quietly.
I certainly hope that is the case.
Sorry, Oz.|We won't be needing that.
Bloody Barry!|Bastard!
What are we going to do|if we're spotted, Frank?
Well, I guess we shoot the bastards.
My turn to the magnum.
I just wish we didn't have|to wear all this crap.
Yeah, but you know|what the rules are.
When we work undercover|we have to remain faceless.
Oh, I get it, just in case we kill|a lot of innocent people.
Don't you forget, we're only|authorised to use violence...
when there's a threat|to the planet Earth.
- And the moon!|- And the moon!
There you go, Oz.|Stick this stuff on.
We ought to have a look around.
If these are aliens, they might have|parked their spaceship.
They might have come|in a telephone box.
Well, let's just get that guy out|and will contact base...
and give them|the code-words for invasion.
"The bastards have landed."
"The bastards have landed."
I'll be there in a moment, Robert.
Welcome, my friends.|The job is almost done.
We take off for home tomorrow.
I'm sure you'll be pleased|to be leaving this shitty planet.
In the meantime I must impress|upon you the importance...
no matter how awkward, uncomfortable|and ugly it makes you feel.
We are so close to success|that we must take no chances.
Right.|Looks pretty quiet.
- Probably all gone to bed.|- Jeez, I hope not.
Right, synchronise watches.
Twelve-oh-one.
Check.
Check.
Let's go.|We're on triple time.
The sad news is that|we will be heading for Nalic Nod...
with six of our co-workers|in a state of permanent death.
They died today,|murdered by some real arse-holes.
Robert escaped their clutches|and reported back to me.
My God!
What the...|My God... the blood!
Sh*t!
Somebody could get killed in here.
Vacuum the floors,|clean the windows and...
all the boxes must be loaded into|the freezer early in the morning.
We've been wasting our time|unless we can present samples...
to the Nalic Nod Fast Food Authority.
Isn't it amazing how you can fit|a whole town of humans...
into a few card of board boxes,|if you slice off the fat?
It's the value of keeping your knife|sharp and your mind clean.
Jesus, guys, Derek was right!
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