Meet Dave

Synopsis: A spaceship shaped like a human lands face first on Liberty Island. Its crew (of tiny, intelligent, and unemotional beings) is looking for an orb sent from its planet to extract the oceans' salt, which will ruin Earth. The orb is in the possession of Josh, the fifth-grade son of a single mom whose car strikes the ambulatory alien spaceship and cripples its power supply. The crew has 48 hours to recover the orb, throw it in the Atlantic, and leave Earth. Over the course of two days, the ship's crew experiences chaos and emotion in New York. Do Earth's giants - Josh and his mom - have anything to teach these brainy aliens? Meanwhile, mutiny is afoot and the cops are closing in.
Director(s): Brian Robbins
Production: 20th Century Fox
  2 wins & 3 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
90 min

Dude, dude, no, l was, like,

"Yes, we do have nuclear missiles."

And he was all, like, "No, you don't."

And l was all, like,

"Yes, we do. Whatever."

And then l was, like,

"Well, what part of 'whatever'

"do you not get?"

Josh? Josh?

Hey! How many times have l told

you kids not to play ball in this alley?

-Mom !

-Are you all right?

L'm fine. lt wasn't a baseball.

There was this thing!

Lt came from space! lt almost hit me!

-A thing came from space?


You have the biggest imagination, mister.


-Come here.

-l'm glad you're all right.


No buts.

lt's time to get ready for bed, please.

Here. And don't walk over there

until l pick up that glass, okay?


Knox. Dooley.

Got a report on some kind of fireball

or something like that

over on Liberty lsland. Check it out.

No way. A fireball. Cool.

We'll get right on it.

Sarge, can't you get

somebody else to handle it?

-Come on, we just pulled an all-nighter.

-l'm so sorry, Mr. Knox. Tell you what.

Lay down in my office,

and then l'll come by with your blankie,

and you can get yourself a nice nap.

Come on, it's gonna be great. A fireball?

How often do we get a call like that?

Do me a favor, okay?

Act like a cop and stop caring.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God, are you all right?

Hello? Please don't be dead!

Oh, did you see that?

He came out of nowhere!

Lt kind of looked

like you sped up to hit him.

L was going for the parking spot!

Oh, my God.

Oh, Jesus!

Are you all right?

Are you okay? Hello?

Please say something.

Oh, my God, his foot!

l'll call an ambulance!

Oh, God.

Please stay alive, please stay alive,

please stay alive, please stay alive.

This is such bad karma from...

-Where did he go?

-l don't know.

Mr. Guy?

-This will take some time.

-Copy that.

All clear.

Repairs underway, sir.

Damage report.

Right Arm, all well.

Left Arm, ready.

-Casualties, Doctor?

-Abrasions, contusions.

Nothing significant, Captain.


Running diagnostics, sir.

Lieutenant Buttocks, what is your status?

Captain, we had a small gas leak.

lt was silent, but not deadly.

Well, crew, it seems

our ship has survived the impact.

Actually, diagnostics

are not encouraging, Captain.

This collision was unexpected,

so our impact shields weren't activated.

How long can we operate at full capacity?

Forty-eight Earth hours at most.

After that, system functions will fail.

-And our tracking computer?

-Down, sir.

That means we only have

the last known coordinates of the orb.

Lt can be anywhere within 10,000

square meters of our current location.

No. 2, Options?

We could continue on the mission, sir,

but it's extremely risky.

The prudent course would be

to return to our home planet, Nil,

and repair the ship.

Assemble the crew.

Ladies and gentlemen, prepare for

an address by your esteemed captain!

This is it.

This is the moment

that we've all been training for.

We all know what's at stake.

Our planet is on the verge

of a catastrophic energy crisis.

The device we sent to this world

to drain its oceans

has been knocked off course

and is lost somewhere in this city.

Once it is found and deployed,

the salt from this world

shall power our home world

for ages to come.

Without it, ourpeople

willperish in less than one generation.

L will not permit that to happen.

We must succeed.

-For Nil.

-For Nil.

-For Nil.

-For Nil.

Back to your posts.

No. 3.

Do we have sufficient

linguistic information

to help communicate with these natives?

Yes. l tapped into their central

planetary databank, named "Google."

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Rob Greenberg

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