1:22:01
Don't sing.
She's scared enough.
1:22:04
-Shut up. There's like rat shit in here.
-Hold on to my feet!
1:22:09
Pete, do you see anything?
1:22:12
-Duds! We got her!
-Here's Josie.
1:22:50
Blue Boy leader.
How we doing, bucko?
1:22:54
-Right here, boss. Fast and hard.
-Wouldn't have it any other way, Blue Boy.
1:23:01
Sir?
1:23:05
I see it.
1:23:20
-Don't hurt us.
-We're dying.
1:23:22
-There is no infection here.
-Whose radio is that?
1:23:24
It's not the radio.
They're putting it into our heads.
1:23:27
-We are helpless.
-There it is, gentlemen.
1:23:30
-There's no infection here.
-Directly into our heads.
1:23:33
This gives you an idea
what we're up against.
1:23:38
If anybody's thinking,
"Those poor, helpless little folk...
1:23:41
...all naked and unarmed beside
their crashed intergalactic Winnebago...
1:23:45
...what kind of a dog,
what kind of a monster...
1:23:48
...could hear that heartbreak
and go in just the same?"
1:23:51
-Well, I'm that dog. I'm that monster.
-We are helpless. We are dying.
1:23:57
These mothers are as harmless
as a fox in a henhouse.