Joseph Cavor: Geese, I adore. Chickens, I detest! I've a good mind to make you fly home! All of you! AAHHH! I HATE CHICKENS!

Joseph Cavor: Gibbs! Gibbs!

The Grand Lunar: You say men cling to different tongues and beliefs. Is there no one ruler?
Joseph Cavor: No. No, every century some despot tries, but up to now no one's succeeded. People like Hannibal, Julius Caesar, Napoleon...
The Grand Lunar: Does this not lead to confusion?
Joseph Cavor: Yes, it does. And worse. Starvation... hostility... even war.
The Grand Lunar: Tell me of war.
Joseph Cavor: Tell you of war? Oh my goodness... Well... it usually starts with a whacking great explosion.

[Kate thinks a gun is a good thing to have along]
Joseph Cavor: Madam, the chances of bagging an elephant on the Moon are remote.