1:02:00
He's not leaving town.
We got his ship.
1:02:10
We need a containment crew...
1:02:12
...on MacDougal Street.
1:02:14
Containment may be a moot point.
The ex odus continues.
1:02:18
The party's over, and the last one
to leave gets stuck with the check.
1:02:22
You sorry little ingrates!
1:02:32
What about the Arquillians?
1:02:34
We've translated part of the message:
'' Deliver the Galaxy.''
1:02:37
-They don't want much, do they?
-Oh, it gets better.
1:02:41
They hold us responsible.
1:02:51
Where do you keep your dead?
1:02:53
l don't have any dead.
1:02:55
Where?
1:02:56
l don't know.
1:02:58
The city morgue?
1:03:09
That's three for a dollar, sir!
1:03:12
lt was some light
that ref racted off of Venus...
1:03:15
...into some swamp gas...
1:03:17
...and that's what made the....
1:03:19
All right, kid!
1:03:21
Ex cuse me.
What's up?
1:03:22
The Arquillians want the Galaxy,
whatever that means.
1:03:25
We need help, a professional...
1:03:27
...with years of experience
in intergalactic politics.
1:03:31
l hope the little twerp
hasn't skipped town.
1:03:35
lf you'll gather over here....
1:03:37
That's right, move in closer.
That's good. Thanks.
1:03:41
lf you look right here,
l'd appreciate it. Thank you.
1:03:57
The worst disguise ever.
He's definitely an alien.