Where you going?
Yo. I mean, what the hell is all this?
Back in the mid-1950's, the government started a little underfunded agency
with the simple and laughable purpose of establishing contact with a race not of this planet. (Now gentlemen…)
If you'll look directly at the end of this device,
we'll administer the eye test.
Everybody thought the agency was a joke,
except the aliens who made contact March 2, 1961, outside New York.
There were nine of us the first night.
Seven agents, one astronomer...
and one dumb kid who got lost on the wrong back road.
Aw, you brought that tall man some flowers.
They were a group of intergalactic refugees.
Wanted to use the Earth as an apolitical zone for...
creatures without a planet.
Did you ever see the movie "Casablanca"?
The same thing, except no Nazis.
We agreed, and we concealed all the evidence of their landing.
So, these are *real* flying saucers and the world's fair was just a cover-up for their landing.
Why else would we hold it in Queens?
More non-humans arrive every year and they live among us in secret.
Uh, look, I'm sorry - not to change the subject or anything,
but when was the last time you got a CAT scan?
About six months ago. It's company policy.
Right, you should make another appointment.
Uh, look. Tell your boy Zed I had an absolutely wonderful time
and thank you for everything, but, uh,
why don't you show me the door?
I'm gonna get some coffee. You want some coffee?
No, thank you. I'm fine.
How're you doing, fellas?
Oh, shit! Hi, K!
That's not decaf, is it?
Aw, don't tell me we only got that powdered stuff for cream again
I hate that stuff.
Oh, it's good. Good.
You guys get along all right?
Well... don't work too hard.
So, you guys seen that [...]
Sure you don't want some coffee?