Dave Robicheaux: In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own.
Hank Deerfield: Do you know what it means when a flag flies upside down?
School Janitor: No...?
Hank Deerfield: Its an international distress signal.
School Janitor: No shit?
Hank Deerfield: No Shit! It means we're in a whole lot of trouble so come save our asses 'cause we ain't got a prayer in hell of saving it ourselves.
School Janitor: It says alot.
Hank Deerfield: Yes, it does.
Corporal Steve Penning: We seemed to always pull sentry duty together. Freezing our asses off. He tried to convince me of the craziest things.
Hank Deerfield: Try to get you to wear pantyhose?
Corporal Steve Penning: Did he tell you?
Hank Deerfield: No, I told him. Cuts the cold like nothing else.
Corporal Steve Penning: So he wasn't lying.
Hank Deerfield: You just don't want to get shot wearing a pair of those things. You'll never live it down.
Roland Sharp: Furthermore, I'd appreciate it if you'd cover yourselves in our presence. I realise how very proud you are... of your tattoos, piercings, and other body modifications. However, my colleagues and I do not need to see these! Are there any questions?
Teresa: I have one. Are you always such a dick?
Roland Sharp: Yes.
Kay: Imagine a giant cockroach with unlimited strength, a massive inferiority complex and a really short temper is tear assing around Manhattan in a brand new Edgar-suit. That sound like fun?
Kay: All right, kid. Here's the deal. At any given time, there are around fifteen hundred aliens on the planet. Most of them right here, in Manhattan. And, most of them are decent enough. They're just trying to make a living.
Jay: Cab drivers.
Kay: No, not as many as you think. Humans, for the most part, don't have a clue. They don't want one or need one neither. They're happy. They think they got a good bead on things.
Jay: Why the big secret? People are smart. They can handle it.
Kay: A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky dangerous animals and you know it. Fifteen hundred years ago, everybody KNEW the Earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago, everybody KNEW the Earth was flat, and 15 minutes ago, you knew that people were alone on this planet. Imagine what you'll know tomorrow.
Jay: What's the catch?
Kay: Catch? Catch is you will sever every human contact. Nobody will ever know you exist anywhere, ever.
J: All right, I'm in. 'Cause, look, there's some next-level shit going on around here, and I'm with that. But, before y'all get to beaming me up, there's a couple things I want you to understand. First off, you chose me. So you recognize the skills. And I don't want nobody calling me "Son", or "Kid", or "Sport", or nothing like that, cool?
K: Cool, whatever you say, Slick, but I need to tell you something about all your skills. As of right now, they mean precisely dick.
Kay: Human thought is so primitive it's looked upon as an infectious disease in some of the better galaxies. Kind of makes you proud, doesn't it?
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