- Football Player: [after kissing Sara] How about a little tongue with that?
- Sara: [grabs his face, then lets him go] You don't want the tongue.
- Dr. Abbot: On level four of the Center for Disease Control, there are preserved in frozen nitrogen the world's last remaining strains of smallpox - strains which are now scheduled for destruction. Rendered extinct. Like the dodo bird, dinosaur, and, I guess, that pleases you, right? Who are you to judge which species lives or dies?
- Dean: Do me a favor. I'll steal equipment, I'll dissect aliens, I'll even bury bodies. Just don't give me any more dating advice.
- Amelia: [Amelia, riding the man, her large breasts jiggling about, man than fondles Amelia's breasts, and pulls on her nipples] "Oh,Yeah! Come on!"
- Dean: So you work for the government.
- Wasach: No, I'm a "limousine driver." Unfortunately, the current administration has much less of an appetite for science fiction, shall we say? So I'm not here in an official capacity and we won't be taking care of this in an official capacity.
- Dean: What are you gonna do?
- Wasach: You and I are taking care of this in an unofficial capacity.
- [first lines]
- Radio DJ: Most people don't see it, or don't want to see it. The evidence is right there, but they refuse to make the connection. We have Colleen on line 1.
- Colleen: Oh, absolutely. We are living in a world of high strangeness. The fact is, all this activity started happening at a certain definite point in our history. Before the early '50s, there's nothing. Then it all began. The sightings, the signals - too many to deny. So you have to ask yourself, "What specific event caused this sudden uptick in alien visitation after thousands of years of silence?" It was our atomic energy. They detected it. I mean, that many megatons? How couldn't they? And then, they followed it here. Oh, absolutely. We are living in a world of high strangeness. The fact is, all this activity started happening at a certain definite point in our history. Before the early '50s, there's nothing. Then it all began. The sightings, the signals... too many to deny. So you have to ask yourself, "What specific event caused this sudden uptick in alien visitation after thousands of years of silence?" It was our atomic energy. They detected it. I mean, that many megatons? How couldn't they? And then, they followed it here. What do they want? Are they studying us? Warning us? Harvesting us? We don't know, but the fact is they're here. They are here now, and they are not going away.
- Dr. Abbot: Friday, April 13th. Huh, my last day alive? Maybe. What does that matter when so many have died before me? They said she was beautiful. I suppose she was. The part of her that was human, anyway. And the part that wasn't, what about that? Did the men she killed understand, in some final flash before dying, what she really was? Cold. Indifferent. Inhuman. Insatiable. And terrifyingly wonderful. And what about the civilization that beamed her DNA code through space? They knew we'd use it. Knew we'd mix it with our own genes. But did they know the monster that would result? Twice she was built. Twice she brought destruction. And now it's my turn to take Eve's body. Take her dying DNA and somehow create something better. More pure. Only then will we understand why she was sent. Only then.
- Dr. Abbot: I'm talking about the engineering of a disease-resistant, perfect alien species.
- Dean: How?
- Dr. Abbot: First, we cut up our friend, then we strip out the disease-prone human DNA and create a pure strain of alien nucleic acids. All those aging mediocrities in the genetics community pinning awards on each other for sequencing DNA. Sequencing it! What good is it if you don't do anything with it?
- Dean: Even if you've got a pure strain, you'd still have to mate it with something, right?
- Dr. Abbot: You're getting - the idea.
- Dr. Nicholas Turner: No need to use names. Your lack of inhibition is truly inspiring.
- [a naked Sara starts tearing Dr. Turner's shirt off]
- Dr. Nicholas Turner: Careful! Brooks Brothers!
- Sara: Go! Shut the door on your way out.
- Dr. Nicholas Turner: Not so fast. Moments like these don't happen every day. I think we should go for it.
- [aggressively kisses a naked Sara]
- Sara: No!
- Dr. Nicholas Turner: It's not polite to be a prick tease!
- Colleen: Come on. Don't feel bad. There really aren't any good men in the world. So what do you do? Sometimes, you settle for less. Other times, you curl up in bed with a book and a Dove bar.
- Dr. Abbot: Sara has eliminated our species as potential partners. As a purer strain, she has no genetic partner. Plainly put, the girl can't get laid.
- Wasach: Why kidnap your roommate?
- Dean: I can't be sure. My best guess is that they need someone with scientific knowledge to help them bioengineer a new strain of species.
- Wasach: A new species?
- Dean: Yeah. 'Cause the current one's about to go extinct. And if they can't get my help, they'll get my horny roommate to do it.
- Wasach: We can't let 'em breed.