Alien Film Critic: All the sex and violence on the screen has gone too far for me. I'm fed up with it! Filmmakers like George Romero and John Carpenter have to show some restraint.
Alien Banker: Near the entrance. Has a shotgun. White male, thirties, long hair.
Nada: Momma don't like tattletales!
Street Preacher: They use their tongues to deceive. The venom of snakes is under their lips and their mouths are full of bitterness and curses. And in their paths, nothing but rot and misery, and the fear of God is not before their eyes! They have taken the hearts and minds of our leaders. They have recruited the rich and the powerful. And they have blinded us to the truth! Our human spirit is corrupted! Why do we worship greed? Because outside the limit of our sight, feeding off us, perched on top of us from birth to death are our owners. Our owners! They have us! They control us! They are our masters! Wake up! They're all about you, all around you!
Nada: I'm giving you a choice: either put on these glasses or start eating that trashcan!
Answer: Yes, she was collaborating with the aliens in exchange for wealth and a comfortable lifestyle all along. She was playing dumb, even when she showed up at the underground meeting, a double agent.