Quotes

[first lines]
Narrator: No one would have believed in the early years of the 21st century that our world was being watched by intelligences greater than our own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns, *they* observed and studied, the way a man with a microscope might scrutinize the creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency, men went to and fro about the globe, confident of our empire over this world. Yet across the gulf of space, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic regarded our planet with envious eyes and slowly, and surely, drew their plans against us.

Ray Ferrier: Get in, Manny, or you’re gonna die!

Ray Ferrier: We’re leaving this house in 60 seconds.

Ray Ferrier: There’s nothing living in that direction!

Ogilvy: They’ve been planning this for a million years. We’re beat to shit.
Ray Ferrier: Please. My daughter.
Ogilvy: Think about it. They defeated the greatest power in the world in a couple days. Walked right over us. And these were only the first. They’ll keep coming. This is not a war any more than there’s a war between men and maggots… This is an extermination.

[last lines]
Narrator: From the moment the invaders arrived, breathed our air, ate and drank, they were doomed. They were undone, destroyed, after all of man’s weapons and devices had failed, by the tiniest creatures that God in his wisdom put upon this earth. By the toll of a billion deaths, man had earned his immunity, his right to survive among this planet’s infinite organisms. And that right is ours against all challenges. For neither do men live nor die in vain.

Ray Ferrier: [playing catch with Robbie] Mom says you got a report due on Monday?
Robbie Ferrier: Yeah, I’ve already written it, I just gotta finish typing it.
Ray Ferrier: Yeah, bullshit.
Robbie Ferrier: Yeah? So what do you know, Ray?
Ray Ferrier: Everything. Between me and my brother, we know everything.
Rachel Ferrier: What is the capital of Australia?
Ray Ferrier: That’s one my brother knows.
Robbie Ferrier: I’m sure you’ve got a laugh out of the first hundred times you’ve told that one, Ray.
Ray Ferrier: Just do your report, we don’t send you to school so you can flunk out.
Robbie Ferrier: You don’t pay for it, Tim does.
Ray Ferrier: [hesitates furiously for a second, then throws the ball really hard at Robbie, Robbie catches it hardly] That’s half of what I got.
Robbie Ferrier: You’re an asshole.
[throws the ball hard at Ray]
Robbie Ferrier: I hate coming here.
Ray Ferrier: That why you act like such a dick?
[throws the ball super hard, but Robbie steps out of the way and allows the ball to crash through the window]

[Robbie is trying to hitch a ride with passing soldiers]
Ray Ferrier: Robbie, you want to go in that direction? There is nothing *living* in that direction!
Robbie Ferrier: What do you care? You never gave a shit before! You never gave a shit!
Ray Ferrier: Okay, hard-ass. You’re in charge now? So what’s your plan?
Robbie Ferrier: We catch up with these soldiers, and we head back there, and we get back at them! We get back at them!
Ray Ferrier: Okay, now come up with a plan that doesn’t involve your 10-year-old sister joining the Army! You got anything like that?
Robbie Ferrier: Why don’t you tell the truth? You don’t know where to go! You only chose Boston because you hope Mom is there; You hope she is there, and then you can dump us on her! Then you will only have to care about yourself, which is exactly the way you like it!

Robbie Ferrier: If we had any balls, why don’t we go back and find one of those things and kill it?
Ray Ferrier: Thank you, but maybe you should let me handle the big decisions.
Robbie Ferrier: When will that be, Ray? Never? Never is about your speed.
Ray Ferrier: Ok, enough of the “Ray” shit! It”s “Dad,” or “Sir!” Or if you like, “Mr. Ferrier.” I know it sounds a little weird to me but you decide.

Ray Ferrier: [as Robbie walks past him] There he is. Hey, Robbie. You got a hug? A confusing handshake? Kick in the teeth? The door’s locked.

Ray Ferrier: Where the hell did you go?
Robbie Ferrier: Over on Lincoln Avenue. By the church.
Ray Ferrier: You saw the lightning? Were you near it?
Robbie Ferrier: Yeah. 26 times we counted, over and over again. The lightning just started hitting. It opened up this, like, hole or something. I don’t know.
Ray Ferrier: 26 times?
Robbie Ferrier: Yeah.
Ray Ferrier: You’re okay?
Robbie Ferrier: Yeah.
Ray Ferrier: Good. All right, well, your sister is in the house. And I want you to go in that house and I want you to stay with her. And the next time you take my car with no driver’s license and no permission, I call the cops.

Ray Ferrier: [imitates Robbie] Okay, this is your space
[motions with hand]
Rachel Ferrier: You aren’t doing it right, Dad.

Ray Ferrier: Lightning never strikes in the same place twice.

Ray Ferrier: [watching the lightning storm behind his house] Where’s the thunder?

Rachel Ferrier: Am I okay?
[Ray stares wide-eyed at the window, terrified beyond speech]
Rachel Ferrier: Are *you* okay?

Ray Ferrier: It’s just like the 4th of July.
Rachel Ferrier: No, it’s not.

[Rachel is running to the trees to use the "bathroom"]
Ray Ferrier: Stay where I can see you.
Rachel Ferrier: I don’t want you looking at me!
Ray Ferrier: I won’t, but stay in sight.
Rachel Ferrier: That’s looking!

Ray Ferrier: Two for you, two for Robbie, two for me… One for the house.

Robbie Ferrier: This is your space. You own this.

Ray’s Boss: Do you know what your problem is?
Ray Ferrier: I could think of a couple of women that’d be happy to tell ya.

Ray Ferrier: [about Tripods] You mean there’s more than one?
News Producer: You’ve got to be kidding me, right?

Ray Ferrier: Look at the goddamned birds!

Ray Ferrier: I was right in the middle of one of those!
News Producer: You didn’t see this from this angle.

Ray Ferrier: I am *not* going to let my daughter die because of you.

Ray Ferrier: Ketchup. Mustard. Thousand Island Dressing. Vinaigrette. This is good, Robbie. I told you to pack *food*. What the hell is this?
Robbie Ferrier: That’s all that was in your kitchen.

Rachel Ferrier: Where’s Mom?
Ray Ferrier: In Boston.
Rachel Ferrier: Where’s Mom? I want Mom.
Ray Ferrier: I know.
Rachel Ferrier: [shouts] I want Mom! I want Mom! I want Mommmm!
Ray Ferrier: [shouts] That’s what I’m trying to do!

Ray Ferrier: This… This machine it just started… torching everyone… killing everything.

Rachel Ferrier: What are we supposed to do for food?
Ray Ferrier: You know – order.

Ray Ferrier: [takes a bite of food] What is that?
Rachel Ferrier: Hommus.
Ray Ferrier: Hommus?
Rachel Ferrier: Yeah, from the Health food place, I kept a menu last time we were here.
Ray Ferrier: [just stares at her with anger]
Rachel Ferrier: …Well you said order.
Ray Ferrier: …I meant order *food*.

Rachel Ferrier: Are we gonna be okay? Is Robbie Okay?
Ray Ferrier: I don’t know.
Rachel Ferrier: What do you mean you don’t know? Are you okay?

Ray Ferrier: Where is Robbie?
Rachel Ferrier: He went out.
Ray Ferrier: Out where?
Rachel Ferrier: I don’t know. He just took your car, and left.

Ray Ferrier: Hey, Rachel, wanna see something cool?
[she comes outside, lightning strikes]
Rachel Ferrier: I wanna go inside.
Ray Ferrier: It’s okay now.
Rachel Ferrier: I wanna go inside.
Ray Ferrier: All right, go ahead inside.
Rachel Ferrier: [she looks at him] I dont wanna go by myself.

Ray Ferrier: Wasn’t that cool?
Rachel Ferrier: It’s right behind our house!
[lightning]

News Producer: [at the site of a plane crash] Were you on that plane?
Ray Ferrier: No.
News Producer: Too bad. It would have made a hell of a story.
[shuts news van door and drives off]

Ray Ferrier: Can you think of a plan that *doesn’t* involve your 10-year-old sister joining the army?

Ray Ferrier: That is so weird. The wind is blowing *toward* the storm.

Ray Ferrier: You keep your eyes only on me, you understand? Don’t look down. Don’t look around me. I’m taking you to the car and you’re gonna want to look around but you’re not going to, are you?

Robbie Ferrier: What is it? Is it terrorists?
Ray Ferrier: These came from some place else.
Robbie Ferrier: What do you mean, like, Europe?
Ray Ferrier: No, Robbie, not like Europe!

Rachel Ferrier: I’m allergic to peanut butter.
Ray Ferrier: Since when?
Rachel Ferrier: Birth.

Ray Ferrier: Enough of the “Ray” shit, all right? It’s Dad. Sir. Or if you want, Mr. Ferrier… That sounds a little weird to me, but you decide.
Rachel Ferrier: *Dad*
Ray Ferrier: Yes, Rachel.
Rachel Ferrier: I gotta go to the bathroom.

Ray Ferrier: [Ray is standing over the hole where the lightning struck in the street, and picks up a piece of rock]
Ray Ferrier: Agh!
Man on street: Is it hot?
Ray Ferrier: No, it’s freezing.

Ray Ferrier: Look-there’s two things we’ve gotta watch out for, and the second is people that might want our car.