Coyle: Hey, Baxley! If your mom's vagina were a video game, it'd be rated E for everyone.
Traeger: Do you know what my job description is? I'm in acquisitions. I look up and I catch what falls out of the sky.
Casey Bracket: Do you have a plan? Ex-sniper with ptsd and a team that's mental? You're insane, right?
Coyle: Yeah.
Traeger: Predators don't just sit around making hats out of rib cages. They conquered space.
Quinn McKenna: Look, I get it. Something went down in Mexico. Nobody wants any witnesses.
VA Psych: I need to know if you pose a threat.
Quinn McKenna: I'm a sniper. Isn't posing a threat kind of the fucking point?
Casey Bracket: I think they're attempting hybridization. They're upgrading on every planet they visit.
Casey Bracket: What's on the ship?
Traeger: I think you know what's on the ship. The ultimate predator.
Answer: He actually states that he sent it to a P.O. box because he didn't want it at his wife's house and potentially endanger her. But since he hadn't been paying his P.O. box fees, the postman brought the box along with some other mail to the house.
Phaneron ★