Exeter quotes from Mystery Science Theater 3000

My name is Exeter.

Doug Exeter.

Stand aside, please. You too, Dr. Wilson.

No, farther towards the killzone, please!

Yeah, God I'm good!

Dear God, I left the iron plugged in!

Oh, come here, you big, dumb dope!

Servo

Quick, get the baking soda!

Mike

Boy, the landlady's going to be mad!

[imitates knocking noise] Are you boys cooking up there?!

Mike

No!

Are you building an Interocetor?!

Mike

[casually] No!

Dr. Meacham! Good morning!

Good morning.

Please, come in. Both of you.

We're glad you could join us at the Buddy Ebsen society!

What I want to know is...

[interrupting] Who we are.... why we're here.

And why I have a picture of a burger on the wall.

Be careful. Exeter could flatter you to death.

The truth is never flattering, Dr. Adams.

You fine, foxy lady!

What do you think of Mr. Mozart, Exeter?

I'm afraid I don't know the gent--

I'm not an alien!

My mind must have been wandering. Your composer, of course.

Our composer? He belongs to the world.

Yes, indeed.

I'm not an alien.

We won't start cracking the whip on Meacham until tomorrow.

Then I ram my ovipositor down your throat and lay my eggs in your chest -- but I'm not an alien!

Place your hands above the rails.

They're magnetized.

And if your hands were metal, that would mean something.

That's enough. Normal view.

[singing in time with the dramatic music] Nor-mal view. Nor-mal view! Nor-mal view! NOR-MAL VIEWWWWWW!

[to the Mutant] Stand back. I command you, STAND BACK!

Servo

ACTING!

Well, that went well. I can't possibly think of what could go...

RUTH! MEACHAM!

I LOVE YOU!

[picks up boulder] Stand back, Exeter!

Meacham, please! You have to believe me!

You're holding a Mutant turd!