Jupiter Jones: Yeah, because a dream is the only way any of this make sense.
Caine Wise: Compared to what? The idea that you're the only intelligent species, on the only inhabitable planet, in a universe so full of planets that you don't even have a number to describe how many there are.
Balem Abrasax: Bring her to me... Now.
Jupiter Jones: I don't care. The more you care, the more the world finds ways to hurt you for it.
Jupiter Jones: The problem with Astrology? Total bullshit.
Balem Abrasax: My mother made me understand that every human society is a pyramid and that some lives will always matter more than others. It is better to accept this than to pretend it isn't true.
Balem Abrasax: Understand this, Mr. Night. I will harvest that planet tomorrow... before I let her take it from me.
Titus Abrasax: Have you ever seen a harvest?
Kalique Abrasax: Oh no. Never. But I've heard they feel no pain. It's all quite humane, from what I've been told.
Titus Abrasax: Lies are a necessity. They are the source of meaning - of belief and hope. Honestly, lies are sometimes the only reason I get out of bed.
Jupiter Jones: Are those flying boots?
Caine Wise: They use the force of gravity, redirecting it into differential equation slopes that you can surf.
Jupiter Jones: Yeah. I heard "gravity" and "surf."
Caine Wise: Up is hard. Down is easy.
Jupiter Jones: Thank you. Wow.
