- Teddy: 99.9% of what's called activism is really personal exhibitionism and brand maintenance in disguise.
- Michelle: Where's my hair?
- Teddy: Your hair has been destroyed.
- Michelle: You shaved off my hair?
- Teddy: Yes, we've shaved off your hair.
- Michelle: Why have you shaved off my hair?
- Teddy: To prevent you from contacting your ship.
- Michelle: My ship?
- Teddy: Your ship.
- Michelle: What ship?
- Teddy: Your mothership.
- Teddy: Because I know exactly what you're going to say. You're going to say that I'm in some kind of Internet-induced autohypnotic feedback loop, and-and gatekeepers, and-and norms, and all that weak hegemonic horseshit. But that is precisely the limp-dick rhetoric that you've been instructed to counter the human insurgency with. That's the fucking hyper-normalized dialectic by which you've convinced seven and half billion people that they're not your captives. To keep us believing in these fucking false institutional, fucking 'shy-boleths'.
- Michelle: I mean, I follow a very strict reverse-aging diet and therapy program. I'd very expensive, as you can imagine, but I'm not an alien.
- Teddy: Welcome to the headquarters of the human resistance. Despite our general suspicion and disavowal of all extant governing bodies, and despite the fact that you, as an Andromedan, are not subject to the human rights guidelines detailed in the Geneva Conventions, we nevertheless endeavour to adhere to those guidelines out of the humanist principles to which they aspire.
- Casey: Look, Teddy, um, I know it was a long time ago, what I did to you, man...
- Teddy: It's fine.
- Casey: No, it wasn't fine. It was wrong, but I promise you it's not because I liked it. It was just, you know, probably some weird power thing. I was-I was young and lost, and I promise you, dude, I never, ever did that to anybody else.
- Teddy: Just forget it. It's done. Seriously.
- Casey: Really?
- Teddy: Mm-hmm.
- Teddy: I want you to know... this is really difficult for me as well. You killed my family, you killed my community, you killed my co-workers and you killed the bees. So given that, you should really appreciate how professional I'm being by not gutting you.
- Don: How can you tell them apart?
- Teddy: Well, you have to know where to look. There are signs.
- Don: What about these people?
- Teddy: No, no, they're fine. I mean, they're not fine-fine, but hollowed. You know, like the rest of us. Harmless. Hopeless. And that's the way they planned it. To make us the same as the bees. A dead colony, atomised in a trillion directions with no way home again.