1984 was a great year for movies: Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, The Terminator, Ghostbusters, This is Spinal Tap, Star Trek III: The Search for Spock, Amadeus, The Neverending Story, The Karate Kid, Footloose, Splash, The Last Starfighter, Repo Man, Supergirl, The Toxic Avenger, Star Man, Electric Dreams, Broadway Danny Rose...
And, on August 15, The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension.
Herewith, some of the best dialogue (from IMDB):
Lord John Whorfin: May I pass along my congratulations for your great interdimensional breakthrough. I am sure, in the miserable annals of the Earth, you will be duly enshrined.
Orderly: Who are you today, Doc? Einstein?
Lord John Whorfin: Lord John Worfin. If there's one thing I hate, it's to be mistaken for somebody else.
Perfect Tommy: Pictures don't lie.
Reno: The hell they don't. I met my first wife that way.
Perfect Tommy: Emilio Lizardo. Wasn't he on TV once?
Buckaroo Banzai: You're thinking of Mr. Wizard.
Reno: Emilio Lizardo is a top scientist, dummkopf.
Perfect Tommy: So was Mr. Wizard.
Lord John Whorfin: Sealed with a curse as sharp as a knife. Doomed is your soul and damned is your life.
John O'Connor: They're only monkey-boys. We can crush them here on earth, Lord Whorfin.
Buckaroo Banzai: I've been ionized, but I'm okay now.
Duck Hunter Burt: Gimme some light will ya?
Duck Hunter Bubba: I got two guns in my hands.
Duck Hunter Burt: Put one of them down.
Duck Hunter Bubba: I ain't puttin' the guns down!
Lord John Whorfin: History is-a made at night. Character is what you are in the dark.
Mission Control: Buckaroo, The White House wants to know is everything
ok with the alien space craft from Planet 10 or should we just go ahead
and destroy Russia?
Buckaroo Banzai: Tell him yes on one and no on two.
Mission Control: Which one was yes, go ahead and destroy Russia... or number 2?
Buckaroo Banzai: Hey, hey, hey, hey-now. Don't be mean; we don't have to be mean, cuz, remember, no matter where you go, there you are.
Lord John Whorfin: Laugh-a while you can, monkey-boy.
Rawhide: Dr. Banzai is using a laser to vaporize a pineal tumor without
damaging the parthogenital plate. A subcutaneous microphone will allow
the patient to transmit verbal instructions to his own brain.
Observer: Like, "raise my left arm?"
Rawhide: Or "throw the harpoon." People are gonna come from all over. This boy's an Eskimo.
Buckaroo Banzai: You remind me of someone I once knew.
Penny Priddy: Was she... very beautiful?
Buckaroo Banzai: She was... Queen of the Netherlands
Lord John Whorfin: Where are we going?
The Red Lectroids: Planet Ten!
Lord John Whorfin: When?
The Red Lectroids: Real soon!
Artie: I don't care if you drove through a mountain in Texas. This is
New Jersey, and when you play my... when you play my joint, you're just
another act. I want some music outta you characters!
Reno: You want it, Artie? You got it.
[after Buckaroo has been ionized]
Buckaroo Banzai: There they are.
Perfect Tommy: There who are?
Buckaroo Banzai: Don't you see them?
New Jersey: See who?
[Buckaroo points at the Lectroids]
Buckaroo Banzai: There! Evil, pure and simple by way of the Eighth Dimension!
New Jersey: Why is there a watermelon there?
Reno: I'll tell you later.
Penny Priddy: You're like Jerry Lewis, you give me hope to carry on, then you leave me in the lurch while you strap on your six-guns...
John Bigboote: It's not my goddamn planet. Understand, monkey boy?
President Widmark: [reading] "Declaration of War... the short form."
John Bigboote: BigbooTAY!
Lord John Whorfin: Home... home is where you wear your hat... I feel so breakup, I wanna go home.
Lord John Whorfin: [shouting into a radio microphone] BANZAI! I'LL-A SEE YOU IN-A HELL!
Casper Lindley: She can't be serious, can she? Vaporize the whole damn
Buckaroo Banzai: You wanna roll all those dice, Casper?
Casper Lindley: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. Not me, man, not me.
[after crashing through the wall of a factory]
Lectroid: We are not in the Eighth dimension, we are over New Jersey. Hope is not lost.
John Bigboote: We've had our chance! Your Overthruster's for shit! We're
Lord John Whorfin: One more word out of you, Bigbooty...
John Bigboote: [screaming] BIG-BOO-TAY! TAY! TAY!
[Whorfin shoots him]
Overhead announcement at psychiatric hospital:
Lithium is no longer available on credit.
Buckaroo Banzai: It flies like a truck.
John Parker: Good. What is a truck?
John Parker: [as the pod-ship is in a free-fall] I'm a diplomat! I failed flight school!
Ed: President's calling, Buckaroo.
Buckaroo Banzai: The president of what?
Ed: The President of The United States.
Buckaroo Banzai: Oh.
Buckaroo Banzai: You can check your anatomy all you want, and even though there may be normal variation, when it comes right down to it, this far inside the head it all looks the same. No, no, no, don't tug on that. You never know what it might be attached to.