“Hasn’t your father taught you anything?”
“Well, he says I’m terribly ignorant, but he has taught me poetry, mathematics, logic, physics, geology, and bi…”
“…ology?”
“No, bisexual experimentation.” 
Morbius is probably a horrible poker player. His tell? Rubs his right sholder.
Hieroglyphics? What kind of primitive hieroglyphic societies use flowcharts?
Krell music…well it ain’t Mozart.
Million years and it looks pristine. Robbie is a busy robot.
Follow Doc, JJ. He’s on to Morbius.
Breaking news, in case anyone is interested:
Avatar won the Golden Globe for best movie drama.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled frak party, already in progress.
What’s with the spurting raygun? Can’t manage a sustained burst?
Must have used it all on the Tiger.
“I often play with it myself for recreation.”
This movie is a gold-mine of innuendo.
:eek: OK, I’m shocked.
Look familiar to all you Babylon 5 fans out there?
ETA: The Great Machine on Epsilon III.
You mean the shuttlecar?
ETA: Oh, the Great Machine! 
Robbie is an enabler.
“400 other shafts, like this one.”
Energy fence? I wonder if it’ll keep out the Smoke Monster.
Yep, nothing would brighten the guys’ day like some wild radishes. :rolleyes:
“hard up for a couple of gallons of lube”? :eek: wow, the 50s were wild!
Did he just trade booze for an oiljob? Tramp.
Cap’n you missed the opportunity to ask Morbius if he knows anything about the murdered crewman. His face looked pretty guilty.
“Got that stiff in five minutes.”
Oh boy.