Jack MacReady: Where is the Mr. Pibb? I told your secretary to pack Mr. Pibb. It's the only Coke I like. Goddamn Brenda exploding like a water balloon and worms driving my friends around like they're goddamn skin-cars. People are spitting acid at me, turning you into cottage cheese, and now there's no fucking goddamn Mr. Pibb!
Bill Pardy: Jesus Christ, Jack. Let me get right on it.
Kylie Strutemyer: What are we gonna do now?
Bill Pardy: I don't know. Probably turn into a couple of these fucked-up things.
[Bill's been badly wounded by one of the alien probes.]
Kylie Strutemyer: You have to get both of those things in you to get all womby.
Bill Pardy: That's awesome.