From Superman II
[finding General Zod and Company standing on a dirt road, the Sheriff kicks in his car's lights and siren; to Duane
] From the look of 'em, I'll bet ten dollars they're from Los Angeles.
[to the Kryptonians
Hey, you hippies! Get your butts off the road!
I like the glow that flashes red like our Krypton sun. But not this irritating noise. Make way.