What do you mean? What are you talking about? What makes you say that? Whatever gave you that idea?
Mr. Brand...you better not! They don't want you to. Them!
That kid shouldn't talk that way...and we shouldn't stand here listening to him. Why this is the craziest thing I ever heard of. The kid tells us a comic book plot and here we stand listenin--
Go ahead, Tommy. What kind of story was this? What about the people that they sent out ahead?
That was the way they prepared things for the landing. They sent four people. A mother and a father and two kids who looked just like humans...but they weren't.
He got the car started somehow. He got his car started! How come his car just up and started like that? And he never did come out to look at that thing that flew overhead. He wasn't even interested.
No dice. I just don't understand it. I tried to start it and it wouldn't start. You saw me. All of you saw me.
It's...it's the kid. It's Tommy. He's the one. But he knew! He was the only one who knew! He told us all about it. Well, how did he know? How could he have known? How could he know? Who told him? Make the kid answer.
Then I take it this place...this Maple Street...is not unique.
Understand the procedure now? Just stop a few of their machines and radios and telephones and lawn mowers...throw them into darkness for a few hours and then you just sit back and watch the pattern.