Species III (2004 TV Movie)

Robert Knepper: Dr. Abbot

Quotes 

• Young Sara : I'm hungry!

  Dr. Abbot : I'd be, too, if I grew six inches a day.

• Dr. Abbot : Friday, April 13th. Huh, my last day alive? Maybe. What does that matter when so many have died before me? They said she was beautiful. I suppose she was. The part of her that was human, anyway. And the part that wasn't, what about that? Did the men she killed understand, in some final flash before dying, what she really was? Cold. Indifferent. Inhuman. Insatiable. And terrifyingly wonderful. And what about the civilization that beamed her DNA code through space? They knew we'd use it. Knew we'd mix it with our own genes. But did they know the monster that would result? Twice she was built. Twice she brought destruction. And now it's my turn to take Eve's body. Take her dying DNA and somehow create something better. More pure. Only then will we understand why she was sent. Only then.

• 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 : On level four of the Center for Disease Control, there are preserved in frozen nitrogen the world's last remaining strains of smallpox - strains which are now scheduled for destruction. Rendered extinct. Like the dodo bird, dinosaur, and, I guess, that pleases you, right? Who are you to judge which species lives or dies?

• 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, it's not murder. She was just following instinct.

• 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.

• Dr. Abbot : Sara has eliminated our species as potential partners. As a purer strain, she has no genetic partner. Plainly put, the girl can't get laid.