Royce: You're shooting at the wrong people.
Nikolai: How do I know?
Royce: Because otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation.
Royce: You wanna lower the weapon?
Isabelle: [looks over the group of men and slowly shakes her head]
Royce: Still pissed?
Isabelle: Fuck you.
You know what the difference is between you and me? You do this for your country so you don't have to admit you like it.
— Royce, to Isabelle
Your ass is awesome.
— Stans, to Isabelle
Wound one man. Make him suffer. Make him bleed. Make him call out for help, and set a trap and kill those who come. I know because I have done this.
As bad as you are, those things are worse.
Edwin: Hey...where'd the tough guy go?
Isabelle: [realizing they're bait] He left us!
Hanzo: This is old. Very old. They've been doing this for a long time.
Edwin: So you speak English.
Edwin: Why don't you...say more?
Hanzo: [shows hand, missing two fingers] Because I talk too much.
Stans: This is Candi Lee....tits like howitzers. [wiggles tattoo's tits]
Edwin: Your girlfriend?
Stans: No, my sister.
You said we were chosen. I asked, "For what?" I should've asked why. It's because we are predators, just like them. We're the monsters of our own world. It's probably better that we're never going back.
DIE, YOU SPACE FAGGOT!
When I get off this planet, I am gonna do so much fucking cocaine. I am gonna rape so many bitches...
Edwin: (Creeping up) You really are a good man.
Royce: No, I'm not...
Spins and stabs Edwin
Royce: But I'm fast.
Help me. I'm one of you.