AVH: Alien vs. Hunter

Figgus:
It came from outer space, it crawls on the ceiling, it looks like a spider on steroids. It's an alien.

Freckles:
You can't leave him out there. He's my father!

Lee:
Listen, I've known your father for 20 years, and he's a tough son of a b*tch. He's never gonna die, plus he's with that "nice" creature, okay?

Valentine:
Down for this?

Lee:
I'm actually more comfortable with a pen and paper.

Valentine:
I've seen you with a pen and paper. See how you do with a gun. This ain't the one-man army, though. You stay, you fight.

Freckles:
He's a hunter!

Figgus:
Space alien hunter.

Tammy:
So, we're like preys to him, and like, animals or something.

Figgus:
No one wants that.

Freckles:
It's a game to him. He's on a hunt.

Figgus:
How do you know?

Freckles:
I grew up with this, I know this! He's not gonna quit until the creature's dead.

Tammy:
And us?

Freckles:
We're in the way.

Hilary:
Unless... just another trophy.

Figgus:
Just like, "the most dangerous game." Intergalactic style.

Tammy:
Since when are you so literary?

Figgus:
Since when are you some rough and tumble biker chick?

Tammy:
You do see I'm holding a gun.