The wind and the rain, gives this place a gleam that just isn't natural. And the ground, alive with crawling things, crawling death.

Home? I have no home. Hunted, despised, living like an animal. The jungle is my home. But I will show the world that I can be its master. I will perfect my own race of people, a race of atomic supermen, which will conquer the world.

If I judged anybody I wouldn't have any friends.

Do you still believe it impossible we exist? You didn't actually think you were the only inhabited planet in the universe. How can any race be so stupid?

Modern man is a hard-working human.

No, I'm all man. I even fought in WWII. Of course, I was wearing women's undergarments under my uniform.

He's too short, he's too... tall, he's... just not going to work.