- Figgus: It came from outer space, it crawls on the ceiling, it looks like a spider on steroids. It's an alien.
- Freckles: You can't leave him out there. He's my father!
- Lee Cussler: Listen, I've known your father for 20 years, and he's a tough son of a bitch. He's never gonna die, plus he's with that "nice" creature, okay?
- Valentine: Down for this?
- Lee Cussler: I'm actually more comfortable with a pen and paper.
- Valentine: I've seen you with a pen and paper. See how you do with a gun. This ain't the one-man army, though. You stay, you fight.
- Freckles: He's a hunter!
- Figgus: Space alien hunter.
- Tammy: So, we're like preys to him, and like, animals or something.
- Figgus: No one wants that.
- Freckles: It's a game to him. He's on a hunt.
- Figgus: How do you know?
- Freckles: I grew up with this, I know this! He's not gonna quit until the creature's dead.
- Tammy: And us?
- Freckles: We're in the way.
- Hilary: Unless... just another trophy.
- Figgus: Just like, "the most dangerous game." Intergalactic style.
- Tammy: Since when are you so literary?
- Figgus: Since when are you some rough and tumble biker chick?
- Tammy: You do see I'm holding a gun.