3rd Rock from the Sun quotes

195 total quotes


Dick: Women always act so adult, but just like that they'll sink all the way down to your level.

Dick: You know, you have to admire these humans. Their lives are so fragile, and yet they are willing to commit to each other for a lifetime.
Sally: Or an afternoon with some petri dish in a miniskirt.
Tommy: Hey, hey! At least I'm getting some here, alright?

Don: Okay Mr. Solomon. It's time to finger your perp.
Dick: (points to Mary) Believe me I've tried but she just won't let me.

Eddie: Just a couple of rules: don't curse and don't spill nothing and if you spill something, don't curse.

Eric: I'm waiting to get into the K-9 unit.
Sally: Aw, what's the hold up?
Officer Don: Well, our- our dog ran away. But we're putting up fliers.

Evil Dick: Watch the destruction my little device wreaks on the world you love so well.
Dick: [outraged] What have you done to our toaster?

Evil Dick: You see, I am building the greatest incubator these puny humans have ever known. And when it is completed, I will spawn my own private army of --
[The crew stares at him apprehensively]
Evil Dick: Of... fuzzy Easter chicks.

Gansmiller: [about Harry] Damn! No past, no experience, no record... the perfect candidate.

George Albright: [entering Mary's office] Mary.
Mary: Daddy!
George Albright: Hey there, magpie.
Mary: What a nice surprise.
George Albright: Well, not really... I've left your mother.
Mary: Again?

Harry: (to Tommy and Dick) Boys, we're going to San Francisco!
Mascha: San Diego!
Harry: San Diego!

Harry: [to Nina] Don't worry, Nina. I won't let anyone else hurt you.
Dentist: Don't forget about your appointment on Friday, Nina.
Harry: Until Friday.

Harry: [to people who haven't yet seen a movie] Attention, ticket holders! At the end of the movie, when the President turns out to be an alien and he barbecues all the Congressmen, don't believe it because aliens hate barbecue!

Harry: [while playing Monopoly] Go to jail. Go directly to jail. Do not pass go, do not collect $200 and do not, I repeat do not drop the soap.

Harry: Ah, the mail! What would a day on Earth be like without the mail?
Tommy: Probably a lot like Sunday.

Harry: Dubcek's threatening to make me work it off and I don't think she's talking about mowing the lawn.