Edwards decides to join the Men in Black agency.
Video doesn't play? CLICK HERE.
[n] - noun, [v] - verb, [phv] - phrasal verb, [adj] - adjective, [exp] - expression
Directions: 1) Put the events in the correct order. Choose ONE word to complete each sentence.
be the to which
how grade to who
a from looks of
Edwards: What's up, pops?
Edwards: All right, I'm in 'cause look, there's some next-level shit going on around here, and I'm with that. But before y'all get to beaming me up, there's a couple things I want you to understand. First off, you chose me, so you recognize the skills. I don't want nobody calling me "son" or "kid" or "sport" or nothing like that. Cool?
Kay: Whatever you say, slick. But I need to tell you something about all your skills. As of right now, they mean precisely dick.
Man: Purpose of trip?
Alien: Diplomatic mission.
Man: Duration of stay?
Man: Any fruits or vegetables?
Kay: You want to stay away from that guy. He's ummm, he's grouchy. A three-hour delay in customs after a trip of 17 trillion miles is going to make anybody cranky. You know what I mean?
Edwards: Hey. what branch of the government do we report to?
Kay: None. They ask too many questions.
Edwards: So who pays for all this?
Kay: We hold patents on a few gadgets that we confiscated from out-of-state visitors. Velcro, microwave ovens, liposuction. This is a fascinating little gadget. It's going to replace CDs soon. Guess I'll have to buy the "White Album" again.
Kay: Observation, the heart of our little endeavor. Meet the twins - Blblup and Bob.
Kay: This map shows the location of every registered alien on Earth at any given time. Some of them are under constant surveillance. Everyone on those screens is an alien. In public, they're as normal as you are, but in private, well, you'll get the idea.
Edwards: Oh, man.
Kay: Doesn't make any sense, does it?
Edwards: Well, no, it makes perfect sense. When I was in third grade, everybody told me I was crazy, but I knew our teacher had to be from like Venus or something like that.
Kay: Ms. Edelson. Jupiter, actually. Well, one of the moons.
Teacher: Class, be quiet and pay attention! If I have to tell you one more time...
Zed: Edwards! Let's put it on.
Edwards: Put what on?
Zed: The last suit you'll ever wear.
Zed: You will 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.
Zed: Your entire image is crafted to leave no lasting memory with anyone you encounter. You are a rumor, recognizable only as deja vu and dismissed just as quickly.
Zed: 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.
Edwards: You know what the difference is between you and me? I make this look good.