Ironhorse: Wolfjaw, Montana. That's Indian Territory.
Harrison: It looks like we got aliens moving into the neighbourhood. Let's go.
Ironhorse: Great. First the white man, now aliens.
Harrison: Quinn, if you have any information about aliens, tell me.
Quinn: Oh, I'll tell you, Harry, but just about one. I'll tell you all about one who did not fall to the bacteria in the great invasion, one who was stranded alone 35 long, lonely years on a hostile alien planet... called Earth.
Harrison: You're an alien.
Quinn: Oh, no, Harry. You're the alien.
General Wilson: (upon seeing melted alien remains) They sure don't die very pretty, do they?
Scott: You're finished now.
Teen Queen: I am? I thought a perm took a whole hour.
Scott: Not anymore. We don't have time.
Teen Queen: I hate it. What are you gonna do with this?
[He holds up a small saw.]
Scott: How about a little off the top?
Marcus Madison Mason: We all have to die... sometime.
Scientist: As you wish, Advocate.
Advocacy: As we order, scientist!
Syliva Van Buren: I told them the aliens would be back and they didn't believe me. They said I was insane. So they hooked electrodes up to my brain until I couldn't even remember my name. Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!
Harrison: Can you enhance this image digitally?
Norton: Does a computer download in the woods?
Suzanne: Why do they have to mutilate people?
Harrison: Because it's war, Suzanne.
Ironhorse: And we're the enemy.
Harrison: Norton, I have a...
Norton: Green floating weirdness?
Harrison: Green floating weirdness.
Advocate #1: These pathetic earthlings have even less intelligence than our home planet's vegetation.
Harv: (possessed) It's useless for you to resist.
Norton: Oh, is it?
Harv: You can never win.
Flannery: You were beaten at Grover's Mill once. It'll happen again.
Advocate #3: Why is it the lower classes cannot think for themselves?
Advocate #1: Our job is to think; their job is to do. We must never confuse the two.
Advocate #1: Is it just me, comrades, or do the complexities of our invasion grow more and more tangled at every step?
Advocate #3: No one ever said war was easy.
Advocate #2: We can rely on the self-destructive nature of the primitives.
Advocate #3: It is our greatest ally.
Advocate #1: And our greatest enemy. (beat) This is truly a filthy place.
Harrison: I can see the light at the end of the tunnel - pardon the pun.
Harrison: (brainwashed) When will we face the truth? We've got to stop hurting the aliens!
Ironhorse: Hurting the aliens?! I don't remember invading their planet!
Harrison: It's not an invasion! Didn't I tell you that? It's self-defense!
Norton: Then were the aliens justified in killing your mother and father?
Advocate #2: Watching television has paid off again.
Advocate #3: But it takes its toll. Softens the brain.
Harrison: What's that explosion?
Quinn: Why do you think they call them trap doors?
Harrison: Why are we running from your own kind, Quinn?
Quinn: Because I want to live. I've gotten rather used to the idea in a very human way.
Harrison: Half alien, half human?
Quinn: Yes, and half crazy from living in this zoo you call society. Inside this primitive host's body is the secret of alien immunity to bacteria on this filthy planet.
Harrison: You're the exception to the rule.
[Martin takes out a shotgun.]
Ironhorse: What the hell are you going to do?
Martin Cole: What the Bible tells me to.
Quinn: Just 'cause Mozart had a funny laugh don't mean you can play the piano, wise guy.
Suzanne: (looking over a dead body) He must have seen something pretty awful before he went.
Coroner: Maybe we all do.
Suzanne: Norton and I really can't do much more until we have free access to their complete lab workout.
Norton: Ah, the tone of voice, the incomplete sentence, the deep hidden meaning we've all been waiting for.
Harrison: Do you realize, oh, insightful one, that less enlightened individuals consider unauthorized access to police databanks highly unethical?
Ironhorse: Some might even consider it illegal.
Suzanne: Oh, and rude.
Norton: Oh, stop already. You've convinced me.
Malzor: Morthrai is not a place; it's an idea.
Malzor: The Eternal has spoken. We now know the mission and the punishment for failure. We must purify this planet.
Malzor: You have failed the Morthren race. You have failed the Eternal. You are condemned to darkness. The Eternal casts you out.
Ironhorse Clone: You won't leave, will you? You'll stay and die because you won't leave one child behind. That's why we'll win.
Harrison: That's why you'll lose.
Ironhorse Clone: I am Ironhorse. There is no other.
Ironhorse: You are wrong.
Ironhorse Clone: Good, brother. Now we'll both die together.