Man 1: Don't look. Don't look. Don't look
Lady 1: Oh, my goodness.
Lady 2: Will somebody call the police? What's wrong with that guy?
Man 2: You're the one who's been sending cosmic rays into my room! I'll show you. Yes, sir. You're not going to control my thoughts any more!
Man 3: Just calm down, sir.
Man 2: You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Man 3: Give it up, LAPD.
Lady 3: He went that way.
Man 4: Damn lunatic!
Man 3: Put your hands in the air. Don't make me chase you.
Man 5: You got a problem, pal?
Man 2: You don't understand. Someone has to stop the Venusians. Farewell, cruel world!