She always keeps her portable phone listed for emergencies. Sometimes it's just her first initial. Sometimes it's her nickname. Sometimes it's just her-- Oy, my God! Hey, hey, hey! Slow it down! Tell them! Where are they going, all these people?! - Stop! - Tell them! Tell them!
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Nice driving, Pops. Well... So, not listed, huh? No, no. I just haven't found it yet. Um...I tried C. Spano and Connie Spano... Spunky Spano... Spunky? College nickname. Ah...cute. You try Levinson? No. She didn't take my name when we were married. Uh, why would she-- What are you talking about? Try it. It isn't here. Look.
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Slow it down! [Screeching Tires And Honking Horns] Oh! Oh! Oh! Slow it down! Watch out, boy! All right! We made it! We made it! My goodness.
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[Vomiting]
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Radio: Reports are unclear as to the extent of the devastation, but, from all accounts, Los Angeles, Washington, and New York have been left in ruins... Good God! I been saying it. I been saying it for 10 damn years. Ain't I been saying it, Miguel? Huh? I been saying it. Dad, I'm sick. I don't feel good. Pull it over, man.
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We could have evacuated the cities hours ago.
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Come on, Dylan. Stay close.
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Aah! Ha! Ha!
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Right here. We got her in the back of the pickup.
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Oh...that's why.
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She's a beaut, ain't she?
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Lieutenant Sayle, we got incoming.
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Any news on my wife yet?
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Just what in the hell do you think you're doing? Whoa! Ohh! Oh!
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I have a confession to make. I'm sleeping next to a beautiful young brunette. You didn't let her stay up all night watching TV... did you? Of course not. You're gonna come home right after the luncheon, right? Yes, yes, yes, yes. Mommy? Here's your mother.
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- God damn it! - Sir? - Sir? - Damn! Woman: Come on, baby. Come on, baby. Come on, baby. Come on. This better not be another damn Russian spy job. Boys from Air Traffic RES say skies are clear. It's the real thing. A radio signal from another world. Let--Let's not jump the gun here. Get on-line with Space Command. They're gonna want to know about-- Jeez, what's with the golf balls? You're gonna kill me here. Wait. wait. This can't be right. The calculated distance from source is only 37 5,000 kilometers.