Funny: The War of the Worlds

1898 Novel
  • In a meta-example, reading Wells describing in letters and diaries how much vicarious pleasure he's getting out of wiping out his hated dull middle-class homestead and his boring neighbours with death rays, poison gas and tentacled aliens drinking everyone's blood can be hilarious.
    I'm doing the dearest little serial for Pearson's new magazine, in which I completely wreck and sack Woking — killing my neighbours in painful and eccentric ways — then proceed via Kingston and Richmond to London, which I sack, selecting South Kensington for feats of peculiar atrocity.

1953 Film
  • Large Ham Col. Ralph Heffner's disintegration in mid-sentence always made me laugh:
    Ralph Heffner: Everybody out of here, everybody out! The Air Force will take care of these babies now. Doctor Forrester, get out of here! Everybody out of here! everybody ou -...
  • It's pretty much a case of "dark humor" but, I always chuckle at the reporter who gets indignant, not that he and his species is being attacked. Oh no, he's mad that the aliens messed with his equipment.
    Radio Reporter: Hey! They cut me off. They got my truck!
    • Like a kitten about to attack a bull dog for some imaginary offense.
  • The whole fact that the movie's hero is named Dr. Clayton Forrester. Of course, this was the source of the name in the first place.

1978 Concept Album
  • Parson Nathaniel's wife, in attempt to calm him, says "They're not devils, they're martians". And that's better how?

2005 Film
  • The scene in the car just after the Ferrier family escapes the first Tripod attack.
    Ray: "This...this thing, this machine, it crawled out of the ground; started torching everything, just killing everybody."
    Robby: "What is it? Is it terrorists?"
    Robby: "What do you mean, like Europe?"
  • Immediately preceeding this scene, Rachel cries/screams "is it the terrorists?" too, in what may now seem a Hilarious in Hindsight manner.
  • This priceless exchange that hilariously shows how much of a terrible father Ray is:
    Rachel: I'm allergic to peanut butter.
    Ray: Since when?
    Rachel: Birth.
    Ray: OK, well, here. Here, you can eat the bread. OK?
    Rachel: I'm not hungry.
    Ray: OK, well, Robbie and I are gonna be eating peanut butter sandwiches. (to Robbie) Want jelly on this sandwich?
    Robbie: I'm not hungry either.
    Ray: You're not hungry either? OK. (gathers up the bread) That's fine. Fine. (throws remaining peanut-buttered slice at window, making it stick) (exhales) Everybody just relax, OK? Because we're here now. We're safe, and we're gonna stay. In the morning, your mom and Tim are gonna be here and everything's gonna be fine. OK? OK.
    • And just preceding this, Ray discovers that Robbie's "food" packing consists of nothing but condiments, to which Robbie retorts that's all that was in the house.