Cassandra Quotes in Alien Nation (1988)

Cassandra: Tell me the truth. Have you ever... made it with one of us?

Det. Sgt. Matthew Sykes: No... unless I got drunk and somebody didn't tell me.

Cassandra: Mmm. A virgin! I find that very arousing. You sure you haven't?

Det. Sgt. Matthew Sykes: Um... there's lots of things I haven't done; that's not real high on my list. No... you know... don't take it personally. I'm a bigot.

Cassandra: Even Satan comes as an angel of light.

Cassandra: Perhaps it could not be otherwise. What must be, no one can change.

Cassandra: The Goddess of beauty, Aphrodite, come down to earth in mortal form. She will bring the disaster I have prophesied. Her name will be written in letters of fire: Helen. Helen of Troy.

Cassandra: Father, please hear me. This is not the end of ruin, but, the beginning.

Priam: We must not be ungrateful to a Goddess who has proved herself our Goddess. Bring in her sacred horse. It shall be a monument to Trojan valor.

Wayne Campbell: Am I supposed to be a man? Am I supposed to say, "It's OK, I don't mind, I don't mind"? Well, I mind! I mind big time! And you know what the worst part is? I NEVER LEARNED TO READ.

Cassandra: Is that true?

Wayne Campbell: Yes, everything except the reading part.

Cassandra: I don't believe I've ever had French champagne before...

Benjamin Kane: Oh, actually all champagne is French; it's named after the region. Otherwise it's sparkling white wine. Americans of course don't recognize the convention, so it becomes that thing of calling all of their sparkling white "champagne", even though by definition they're not.

Wayne Campbell: Ah yes, it's a lot like "Star Trek: The Next Generation". In many ways it's superior but will never be as recognized as the original.

[last lines]

Cassandra: I love you, Wayne.

Wayne Campbell: I love you, Cassandra.

Dreamwoman: I love you, Garth.

Garth Algar: I love you, dreamwoman.

Noah Vanderhoff: You know, ever since I did your show, kids are looking at me in a whole new way.

Terry: I love you, man.

Russel: And I love you. Because I've learned that Platonic love *can* exist between two grown men.

Benjamin: And I've learned something, too. I've learned that a flawless profile, a perfect body, the right clothes, and a great car can get you far in America - almost to the top - but it can't get you everything.

Wayne Campbell: Isn't it great that we're all better people?

[beat]

Wayne Campbell, Garth Algar: FISHED IN!

Wayne Campbell: Tell me, when the first show is over, will you still love me when I'm an incredibly humungoid giant star?

Cassandra: Yeah.

Wayne Campbell: Will you still love me when I'm in my hanging-out-with-Ravi-Shankar phase?

Cassandra: Yeah.

Wayne Campbell: Will you still love me when I'm in my carbohydrate, sequined-jumpsuit, young-girls-in-white-cotton-panties, waking-up-in-a-pool-of-your-own-vomit, bloated-purple-dead-on-a-toilet phase?

Cassandra: Yeah.

Wayne Campbell: Okay, party. Bonus.

Wayne Campbell: [after Ben orders Chinese food while speaking Cantonese] This guy is good.

Benjamin: I picked up a little Cantonese while I was in the Orient. You know, you sound a lot like you're from Kowloon Bay as opposed to Hong Kong.

Cassandra: I was born in Kowloon Bay!

Benjamin: There you have it!

Wayne Campbell: This guy is really good.

Cassandra: Yeah, and if a frog had wings it wouldn't bump its ass when it hopped.

Wayne Campbell: Interesting. Where did you learn English?

Cassandra: College... and the Police Academy movies.

Hilary Faye: You know, secondhand smoke kills.

Cassandra: I'm counting on it.

Hilary Faye: [the day after "saving" Cassandra] Hey Cass! How do you feel?

Cassandra: Oh, I'm a whole new girl Hay-Faye.

Hilary Faye: I TOLD YOU! How great is Jesus?

Cassandra: Yeah, um, about that... I've decided to devote my life to Satan instead. Thanks though!

Cassandra: I'm not really a stripper...

Roland: I'm not really a Christian.

Cassandra: [Patrick is wearing a loincloth, acting as Jesus dying in a play] Now that's what I call being hung on a cross.

Mary: I'm having a girl.

Cassandra: [looking at Mary's ultrasound] Are you sure you're not having a seamonkey?

Cassandra: There's only one reason Christian girls comes down to the Planned Parenthood.

Roland: She's planting a pipe bomb?

Cassandra: Okay, two reasons.

Trudy Mason: Patrick has recently returned from South Africa where he worked as a missionary and just completed a world tour as part of the Christian Skateboarders Association.

Cassandra: Been hittin' the board for the Lord? God, is nothing sacred to you people?

Cassandra: Doesn't it bother you to have people smoking around you? It's so bad for the baby.

Mary: I'm not pregnant.

Cassandra: So what are you gonna do? It's too late for the big "A". You look like a smuggler. I know a place where you could sell it!

Mary: I'm not going to sell my...

[vulnerable pause]

Cassandra: It's Dean's, isn't it?

Cassandra: [after complaining about Hilary Faye's ridiculous attempt to save her] It's ok. Last year I got saved so I could go on the ski trip.

Cassandra: [Roland rolls up to Cassandra, wearing a black shirt with white laces down the middle] What are you supposed to be?

Roland: A roller skate.

Cassandra: So I figured they would have sent you to a special school by now.

Roland: [smirks] This IS a special school.

Cassandra: Are you playing footsies with me?

Roland: Wheelies.

Cassandra: I always get this really left out feeling at Christmas time

Hilary Faye: [to Patrick] Jewish.

[Back to Cassandra]

Hilary Faye: Well, if you decided to accept Jesus into your heart you and your people could join in on the fun!

Cassandra: You know what you're right! I want to join in on the fun. I don't want a Hannukah bush this year, I want a Christmas tree.

Hilary Faye: You're playing me again?

Cassandra: No, I want to start a personal relationship with Jesus. I want to be saved!

Hilary Faye: Oh wow!

[Gestures to Patrick]

Hilary Faye: Patrick! Oh, I don't have all my equipment! Ok, first, you have to confess all of your sins out loud.

Cassandra: Well, there's all the swearing, I mean, I have a Goddammed dirty mouth. And the sex I mean, are we talking oral

Hilary Faye: [claps hand over Cassandra's mouth]

Cassandra: Did I ever tell you about the time I shoplifted a frozen turkey out of a Piggly Wiggly wearing only a tube top and daisy dukes?

Hilary Faye: Well, if it isn't the Heathens.

Cassandra: Burn in hell, you narrow-minded, tacky-ass bitch!

Mary: Does it ever bother you that he can't walk?

Cassandra: He can't walk?

Cassandra: If you're interested, I know some people who would pay a lot of money to take naked pictures of you in a "family way".

Mary: [wiping away her tears and smiling tentatively] Yeah? How much money?

[doing stretches in Gym class]

Cassandra: Hey, Hilary Faye, I can see your pad.

Cassandra: So, Patrick asked you out and you turned him down? The boy is a tomcat, even if he is a big JC freak. And - double plus bonus - I'm pretty sure he's not a 'mo.

Mary: He's Pastor Skip's son, and I'm about to pop a baby out.

Cassandra: I should tell Patrick to act gay around you, maybe then he'll get a little action.

Cassandra: You can tacky up prom on your own, cause I quit.

Hilary Faye: Quit? You can't quit!

Cassandra: Watch me. Watch me walkin' away. Watch me walkin' away from Jesus!

[storming out to her car after being expelled from school]

Cassandra: He kicked me out! And it was the one time I didn't do anything!

Cassandra: We should get back inside.

[walks away]

Roland: [to himself] Nice!

Cassandra: [turns around] Do you want a push?

Roland: Thanks!

Cassandra: [in his ear] If you stare at my ass again, I will push you off a cliff.

Cassandra: [Drunk] Hey Roland. Wanna get outta here and you can take me for a spin on that thing... RELEASE HIS PARKING BRAKE HILARY FAYE!

Hilary Faye: Oh, God, you smell like Tia's dad, have you been drinking?

Cassandra: I should kick your fat Christian ass right now.

Hilary Faye: You know what? Whatever!

[walks away]

Hilary Faye: And I'm not even fat!

Cassandra: Your head is fat! Oh! And your ass is fat!

Hilary Faye: WHATEVER!

Cassandra: Roland and I both saw you sneaking out of the clinic. Kudos on the Bono shades by the way!

Cassandra: [drunk] I'm having a vision of the Virgin Mary!

Cassandra: She made me listen to the whole Elms CD on her iPod!

Cassandra: Piss off, asshole! Oh, and another thing? No more muffins for you! The muffin shop is closed!

Hilary Faye: Want to get something to eat with us?

Patrick: We're going to DQ.

Cassandra: Why? So we can watch Hilary Faye try to get into your Easter basket? No thanks.

Hilary Faye: You better be wearing underwear this time.

Cassandra: [looks over shoulder and down ladder at Hilary Faye] Heh.

Cassandra: Wait, let me show you what I got at a garage sale.

Wayne: What'cha got?

Cassandra: Isn't that great? You've heard it?

Wayne: Exqueese me? Have I seen this one before? "Frampton Comes Alive"? Everybody in the world has Frampton Comes Alive. If you lived in the suburbs you were issued it. It came in the mail with samples of "Tide".

Cassandra: Look at this old one. Gerry and the Pacemakers.

Wayne: Wow. That is old. You know, I bet those guys actually have pacemakers by now.

Cassandra: You know, I haven't seen Garth in a while. What's he up to?

Wayne: Oh, Garth's doing his laundry.

Cassandra: Too bad he doesn't have a girlfriend to do HIS laundry.

Wayne: Oh yeah; thanks for doing my laundry. Hey Cassandra, how do you get my clothes so white and fresh-smelling?

Cassandra: It's an age-old Cantonese family method that very few people know about.

Wayne: Ahh... Wait a minute... Calgon? Ancient Chinese secret, huh?

[Wayne is about to speak, but he hesitates many times]

Cassandra: Wayne, you look like you've got something to say.

Bobby Cahn: [while watching Wayne imitating a scene from The Leprechaun] Why do you hang around with these guys?

Cassandra: Because they're fun. If I wanted a guy that was all drag and ambition I could've stayed in Hong Kong. Back there guys like that are 12 for 10 cents.

Bobby Cahn: You mean a dime a dozen.

Cassandra: Maybe where you shop.

Cassandra: I see disaster. I see catastrophe. Worse, I see lawyers!

Cassandra: Now I see big trouble!

Lenny Weinrib: Oh for God's sakes, you're such a Cassandra!

Cassandra: I'm not 'such a Cassandra'; I am Cassandra!

Cassandra: I'm from a long way off, and I'm here to have fun and keep you fellas happy!

Cassandra: Pompeii's citizens will befall the fate of the sinful men of Gomorrah!

Lurcio: Will they, indeed?

Cassandra: And Sodom

[pronounced Sod em]

Lurcio: Ooh, I agree, the lot of them!

Cassandra: I'm sooo tired of your jokes.

Cassandra: There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

Cassandra: Father. 'Jacob Wrestling' was a wonderful, groundbreaking book. There was never going to be a sequel overnight!

James Mortmain: Meaning?

Cassandra: Meaning, it will come!

James Mortmain: How old are you?

Cassandra: Seventeen.

James Mortmain: And you still believe in fairy tales.

Cassandra: This is a crisis Simon, not a treat.

Cassandra: Still, better all that hurt than to have known no pain; learnt nothing.

Simon: You always were wise beyond your years.

Cassandra: No I wasn't. I used to be consciously naive.

Cassandra: But dreams are like a drug: the magic doesn't last and then the pain is worse than knives.

Cassandra: I said I would never fall in love; I said love was a murderous thing; And it is, and I'm floating on air.

Cassandra: No towel in the world is worth marrying a bearded man you hate.

Cassandra: I don't want to go through life like my mother, afraid that I'm not really loved, even if it meant I could go through life with you.

Cassandra: I have put my own father back in prison.

[first lines]

Cassandra: I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.

Cassandra: Can you smell bluebells?

Rose: I can smell heaven.

Cassandra: [about Simon] You don't love him, do you?

Rose: No. I don't think I do. Shame really.

Cassandra: Well... do you want me to tell him?

Rose: Tell him what? I'm still going to marry him.

Cassandra: That's a wicked, wicked thing to do!

Stephen Colley: [on being kept by an older woman] She takes care of me, you know. With clothes and that. Besides, I don't *mind* the other part of it. It's like acting in a movie.

Cassandra: Only how do you know when you're acting and when you're not?

Cassandra: I used to be consciously naive.

Cassandra: I look a lot prettier when I'm not standing next to Rose.

Cassandra: Is that all you think you're worth?

Topaz Mortmain: It's what I have to make my mark.

Cassandra: You've made your mark with us! Thomas. And Rose. And me.

Topaz Mortmain: But I'm not your mother.

Rose: You can't leave now! What am I going to tell people?

Cassandra: You're already living a lie, Rose. Tell them what the bloody hell you like. And then go home and count your peach coloured towels.

[last lines]

Cassandra: Do you think we'll be waiting long for others to come? I'm hungry.

Irene: [sighs] Such an appetite for such a slight thing.

Cassandra: I'm a growing girl.

Pauline: It's always so lonely here.

Erin Cooper: There's enough greed and lust in the hearts of men out there to keep our doors open for a very long time. Have patience, my sisters. Others will come.

Nadja: It's hard to read a medical book without feeling disgust for the whole human race. Our bodies are so complicated and ugly.

Cassandra: Compared to what?

[Aaron awakens from his swoon to see his ship's captain lying on the floor covered with blood]

Aaron Fallon: Captain?

Cassandra: The captain is quite all right. He's been given a potion... the pain was most severe.

Aaron Fallon: You what?

Cassandra: You're quite safe now. You're in the castle of Count Lorente De Sade.

Cassandra: If your strength will permit, the Count requests your presence at the evening meal.

Aaron Fallon: I am grateful, but the captain is lying for a very cold floor. In his condition, pneumonia could surely occur. You must have accommodations...

Cassandra: I said your friend will recover, sir. The count has seen fit to offer lodging and refuge. I'm not in a position to question the extent of his hospitality. If you desire to put the captain in your bed, by all means do so. I was sent to announce the count has elected to share his evening fare with you - an obligation I have now discharged. If you wish to show your lack of gratitude by refusing, then I'll relay your indiscretion.

Aaron Fallon: I most certainly want to meet the count.

Cassandra: [posing for video] Hi! Welcome to Cut Bank, Montana, where the Rockies meet the plains. My name's Cassandra Steeley, and I'd like to show you my town full of cheer and wanted kindness.

[mail truck enters from the right]

Cassandra: Here, we're surrounded by miles and miles of wheat and canola field- and soaring mountains.

[dark man enters from the left]

Cassandra: There's a Blackfoot indian reservation nearby that gives us rich cultural diversity. Cut Bank's a treasure of a by-gone...

[dark man shoots mailman]

Cassandra: You must get tired of making love to women all day long.

Paolo: It's exhausting, but someone's gotta do it.