Exeter: I beg your pardon, Mr. Wilson, your camera will pick up nothing but black fog.
Tom Servo: Oh, it's a Goldstar.
Mike: Joe, I'm in one of these boxes, find me.
Joe: You know what my kids would say?
Crow T. Robot: YOU'RE not MY real father?
Tom Servo: Wow, that ringing! Now he knows what the world sounds like to Pete Townshend.
Crow T. Robot: He's flown into a Flemish painting.
Crow T. Robot: You killed the Hubble.
Tom Servo: This isn't shot day-for-night. It's more like 4:30-for-5:15.
Plane Voice: Good morning, Dr. Meecham.
Tom Servo: Good morning, Voice.
Plane Voice: Hope you slept well.
Mike Nelson: 'Cause it's time to die.
Mike: When science didn't have to have any specific purpose.
Tom Servo: Ah, they're going 65, so they'll be there in 3 billion years.
Dr. Forrester: I'm feeling particularly evil because today's experiment is a stinky cinematic suppository called "This Island Earth." You may all bow down before me after this stinkburger.
Tom Servo: Captain's log: a bunch of our ship fell off, and, nobody likes me.
Joe Wilson: If there is any reason around here.
Tom Servo: What with all the shenanigans and goings-on.
Crow T. Robot: Puppet wranglers? There weren't any puppets in this movie.
Tom Servo: This Island Earth can be yours if the price is right.
Crow T. Robot: C'mon! Give Uncle Scrotor a hug.
Mike: Yeah, let's slip awayy under cover of afternoon in the biggetst car in the county.
Crow T. Robot: They're forcing him to visit Branson, Missouri.
Tom Servo: Well what kind of shit-hole planet is this?
Joe Wilson: You're too darned smart.
Tom Servo: And handsome.
Cal Meecham: I may just be the dumbest man who ever lived.
Mike: No argument here.
Chosen answer: They sit in front of a big screen -- or rather Joel or Mike sat. The puppeteers crouch down below the row of seats and hold up special black puppets to project the silhouettes. They did do takes for segments of the movies. I imagine it would be painful for the puppeteers to crouch for 90 minutes!
Carl Fink
The robot puppeteers laid down on the floor and the human host deeply reclined in front of a piece of plywood cut in the shape of the seatbacks. There were TV monitors playing the raw cut of the film in front of them with their lines on a teleprompter. The theater screen itself was simply a giant green screen which had the movie video added to it in post production. Search for "Last Dance RAW" for a few behind-the-scenes and some in-theater excerpts from the last TV broadcast episode.