First Wave

Foster: May 19, just left KalKaska, Michigan. Leonard Wheaton has fought the two great wars of this century. The first against the Nazis on Omaha beach June of 1944, the second, perhaps an even more evil force; the aliens who want to make this planet their own. His bravery has earned him a second chance at life and love, I only hope I'll be as lucky.

Leonard: Too bad the place burnt to the ground. I mean, you lost your only chance at real evidence. Foster: Foster's law: Win a battle, lose the war.

Sheriff Robey: (attractive woman walks by) What I wouldn't give to be young again. Rookie Cop: I'll bet you got lots of those back when you was a football star, huh sir? Sheriff Robey: You know it. Rookie Cop: Back in the dark ages. Sheriff Robey: Hey boy, you wish you had half my luck. They used to call me king of the bareback backseat riders. Hell, I blew out more shock-absorbers than Mario Andretti.

Sheriff Robey: There's talk, Ken, talk this woman might have been poisoned. Doctor Ken: There's no medical evidence to support homicide. Sheriff Robey: Who gives a damn about evidence? It's the perception. Doctor Ken: I don't understand. Rookie Cop: Perception: it's the ability to perceive, to realize. Everyone just looks at the rookie