This is a night of true magick. Halloween is the night we discover who we are. Are we people who make zombie armies? Are we those who condemn others? Are we beautiful children in resplendent costumes collecting candy? Are our choices in costumes provocative? Do we dress up as our ideal self? Or are we not ready to decide what to be? Do you see it now? We use this one enchanted night to perform the greatest feat of magick there is. We become ourselves. Halloween is the true magick. It is the night we discover who we really are.
(after the X-1 has just crashed in Jerusalem) So what do we do here, Brock? –Well, that all depends. If the Israelis get here first we might have a chance. I know some guys in the Mossad. But if the PLO shows up, well, my Arabic's a little shaky. –Not a problem! Did you forget this baby runs on pure plutonium? They're gonna love us! –And that's what Christmas is all about!
Wait, wait, wait, wait. What are you-- Aw, jeez, no. Come on, not that old cliché. –Cliché nothing! It is a classic! –Innerspace is not a classic. –That's, like, a great film! –Then why don't they make it on DVD, huh, fella? –They totally do! And, whatever, I was talking about Fantasic Voyage any way.