"Who?"
"Martians. A whole gang of them. Real honest to goodness Martians. It's fantastic. But it's true. They landed in the San Fernando Valley."
"That figures."
"I've got my home there. They asked for directions to Hollywood. You know what? They came to revolutionize the industry."
"Maybe they're Commies?"
"You should see their equipment. Fantastic. I talked them into staying over at my place. They dismantled their ship and have it stored away. I want you to do the screen play. It'll be great."
"They... er... weren't detected flying over?"
"They use an anti-radar beam."
"Oh."
"They can speak every language under the sun."