Species III (2004 TV Movie)

Robin Dunne: Dean

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• Hastings : Well, that's just great. We go through all that, in the end you give her a god damn boyfriend.

  Dean : Nobody should be alone, man.

• Dean : So you work for the government.

  Wasach : No, I'm a "limousine driver." Unfortunately, the current administration has much less of an appetite for science fiction, shall we say? So I'm not here in an official capacity and we won't be taking care of this in an official capacity.

  Dean : What are you gonna do?

  Wasach : You and I are taking care of this in an unofficial capacity.

• Dr. Abbot : Who are you?

  Dean : I'm Dean.

  Dr. Abbot : Dean? Of what? Leisure studies?

  Dean : No, Dean's my name.

  Dr. Abbot : Oh. An atrocious one.

• Dr. Abbot : I'm talking about the engineering of a disease-resistant, perfect alien species.

  Dean : How?

  Dr. Abbot : First, we cut up our friend, then we strip out the disease-prone human DNA and create a pure strain of alien nucleic acids. All those aging mediocrities in the genetics community pinning awards on each other for sequencing DNA. Sequencing it! What good is it if you don't do anything with it?

  Dean : Even if you've got a pure strain, you'd still have to mate it with something, right?

  Dr. Abbot : You're getting - the idea.

• Dr. Abbot : Dean, I need your help. Sara's producing eggs now. We can build something, something amazing. You walk away now, it's back to beakers and Bunsen burners.

  Dean : I like beakers and Bunsen burners.

• Dr. Abbot : We gotta find Sara.

  Dean : How? You don't even know what she looks like at this age.

  Dr. Abbot : No, no. I'll know her when I see her.

  Dean : She could be anywhere.

  Dr. Abbot : No, she's close by. It's Saturday night - in a college town. Mating opportunities everywhere.

• Dean : She has your e-mail address.

  Hastings : So?

  Dean : So she can find us!

  Hastings : Us? So what? She's just some harmless crazy chick! Right?

• Wasach : Why kidnap your roommate?

  Dean : I can't be sure. My best guess is that they need someone with scientific knowledge to help them bioengineer a new strain of species.

  Wasach : A new species?

  Dean : Yeah. 'Cause the current one's about to go extinct. And if they can't get my help, they'll get my horny roommate to do it.

  Wasach : We can't let 'em breed.

• Grad Student : Specist!

  Dean : Specist?

  Hastings : Someone who's prejudiced against other species.

• Dean : Do me a favor. I'll steal equipment, I'll dissect aliens, I'll even bury bodies. Just don't give me any more dating advice.