MIB Coming Back

Yes, the men in black are coming back to theatres in 2001. An exact date and details are not available yet, but what matters is that Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith will once again don their snazzy black suits and sunglasses to protect the world from alien invaders. Here's a few memories from the first "Men in Black" to get you more excited for the second.

Edgar: I go out, I work my butt off to make a living. All I want is to come home to a nice clean house with a nice fat steak on the table, but instead I get this. It looks like poison. Don't you take that away, I'm eating that…It is poison, isn't it? I swear…I would not be surprised if it was, the way you skulk around here like a dog that's been hit too much or ain't been hit enough; I can't make up my mind. You're useless, Beatrice! The only thing that pulls its weight around here is my…truck! (A flying saucer smashes the truck.)

Kay: I want you off this rock on the next transport or I'm gonna shoot you where it don't grow back.

Zed: We're not hosting an intergalactic kegger down here.

Beatrice: You here to make fun of me too?
Kay: No, ma'am. We at the FBI do not have a sense of humor we're aware of. May we come in?
Beatrice: Sure.

Kay: All right, Beatrice, there was no alien. The flash of light you saw in the sky was not a UFO. Swamp gas from a weather balloon was trapped in a thermal pocket and reflected the light from Venus.
Jay: Wait a minute. You just flash that thing, it erases her memory, and you just make up a new one?
Kay: A standard issue neuralyzer.
Jay: And that… story's the best you can come up with?

Zed: (To candidates rejected as MIB agents) Gentlemen, congratulations. You're everything we've come to expect from years of government training.

Zed: You'll dress only in attire specially sanctioned by MiB special services. You'll conform to the identity we give you, eat where we tell you, live where we tell you. From now on you'll have no identifying marks of any kind. You'll not stand out in any way. Your entire image is crafted to leave no lasting memory with anyone you encounter. You're a rumor, recognizable only as deja vu and dismissed just as quickly. You don't exist; you were never even born. Anonymity is your name. Silence your native tongue. You're no longer part of the System. You're above the System. Over it. Beyond it. We're "them." We're "they." We are the Men in Black.

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