Bruce: [from Home Video TV Spot; In living room] Organize into files.
[File drawers fill the living room]
Bruce: Post-Its!
[Drawers disappear randomly as the shower of Post-Its now fills the entire house]

MacReady: I don't know. Thousands of years ago it crashes, and this thing... gets thrown out, or crawls out, and it ends up freezing in the ice.
Childs: I just cannot believe any of this voodoo bullshit.
Palmer: Childs, happens all the time, man. They're falling out of the skies like flies. Government knows all about it, right, Mac?
Childs: You believe any of this voodoo bullshit, Blair?
Palmer: Childs, Childs... Chariots of the Gods, man. They practically own South America. I mean, they taught the Incas everything they know.
Garry: So, come on now, MacReady, Norwegians get ahold of this... and they dig it up out of the ice.
MacReady: Yes, Garry, they dig it up, they cart it back, it gets thawed out, it wakes up... probably not the best of moods... I don't know, I wasn't there!
Nauls: [skates in with ripped long johns] Which one of you disrespectful men been tossing his dirty drawers in the kitchen trash can, huh? From now, I want my kitchen clean, all right? Germ free!
Childs: So how's this motherfucker wake up after thousands of years in the ice?
George Bennings: And how can it look like a dog?
MacReady: I don't know how. 'Cause it's different than us, see? 'Cause it's from outer space. What do you want from me? Ask him!
[motions to Blair]
Childs: You buy any of this
Blair?

Madame Garderobe: [meeting Belle] Pretty eyes, proud face, perfect canvas! Yes! I will find you something worthy of a princess!
Belle: [awkwardly] Oh, I'm not a princess...
Madame Garderobe: Nonsense! Now let's see what I've got in my drawers!
[She opens one of her drawers and moths fly out]
Madame
Garderobe: Oh, how embarrassing!

Strange Man: I wonder where that fish has gone!
Transvestite: You did love it so! You looked after it like a son!
Strange Man: [Bends perplexingly long arms]
Strange Man: And it went... where-ever I... did go!
Transvestite: Is it in the cupboard?
Audience: Yes! Yes!
Transvestite: Wouldn't you like to know? It was a lovely little fish!
Transvestite: And it went... where-ever I... did go!
Audience: It's behind the sofa!
Transvestite: Where can that fish be?
Audience: Have you searched the drawers in the bureau?
Transvestite: [a strange, half-elephant/half-man
creature wanders up out of nowhere holding a drinks tray]
Transvestite: It was a most elusive fish.
Strange Man: [twists the brass handles on the transvestite's corset]
Strange Man: And it went... where-ever I... did go!
Transvestite: Ohhh! Fishy, fishy, fishy, fish!
Strange Man:
A fish, a fish, a fish, a fishy, ohhh!
Transvestite: Ohhh, fishy, fishy, fishy, fish!
Strange Man: [Pulls the plug attached on the transvestite's corset]
Strange Man: That went... where-ever I... did go!
Audience: Look up his trunks! Yes, in his trousers!