Christie Quotes in Alien: Resurrection (1997)

Johner: What's the big deal, man? Fuckin' waste of ammo.

Christie: Let's go.

Johner: Must be a chick thing.

Christie: If you're gonna book me then book me. Otherwise just let me out.

Secord: I'm not gonna book you. I wanna take you to my old neighborhood. There's a guy there I want you to beat up for me.

Christie: For your information Billy, I don't believe in demons, ghosts, spirits, or any of that kind of stuff.

Secord: Well neither do I, but when you black out we don't know what you believe in do we?

Cody: Reach down the back of my pants.

Christie: What?

Cody: Come on! Live dangerously.

[Cody hits Hardin, but Hardin knocks Cody down to the floor. Hardin attempts to use his prosthetic claw to kill Cody]

Mr. Hardin: You're a good fighter, Cody, but you're defeated.

Christie: Cody! Help!

Mr. Hardin: [yells] It's important to know when to surrender!

Cody: You're history, Mr. Hardin.

[Cody blasts the Hardin android with his machine gun, destroying him]

[Mr. Hardin arrives at the Detention Zone]

Cody: Curt! Curt!

Mr. Hardin: [yells] Wanna rumble? Come on! COME ON!

Cody: You come on. Come on!

[Cody and Curt fires their machine guns at Hardin, but with no effect. They fire again at Hardin, but still no avail. Hardin, revealing himself as an android, self-chops off his right arm, unleashing a metallic claw]

Cody: [to Christy] Run! Run!

Mr. Hardin: I'm still coming.

[Christy tries to escape, but the gates immediately close and lock]

Christie: [screams] Help! Help!

[Hardin comes toward Cody and Curt. He smacks Curt, then he grabs Curt's head with his claw while choking Cody's neck]

Mr. Hardin: [to Curt] I'd love... to mold your mind.

Curt: [last words as Hardin operates a drill in his claw] You son-of-a-bitch! Goddamn you!

[Hardin drills into Curt's forehead, instantly killing him; Christy helplessly screams at its horrifying scene while Hardin yells]

Christie: So, Mi-chelle! What are you up to?

Michele: Oh, okay. Um, I invented Post-Its.

Christie: No offense, Michele, but how in the world did *you* think of Post-Its?

Michele: Uh...

[looks across the room at Romy talking to Billy Christianson]

Romy: And I thought of them completely by myself. I mean, all Michele did was say: "What about making them yellow?"

Michele: [turns to the A Group] Actually I invented a special kind of glue.

Christie: Oh really? Well then I'm sure you wouldn't mind giving us a detailed account of exactly how you concocted this miracle glue, would you?

Michele: No. Um, well, ordinarily when you make glue first you need to thermoset your resin and then after it cools you have to mix in an epoxide, which is really just a fancy-schmancy name for any simple oxygenated adhesive, right? And then I thought maybe, just maybe, you could raise the viscosity by adding a complex glucose derivative during the emulsification process and it turns out I was right.

Cheryl: I don't believe it!

Christie: What?

Cheryl: THAT!

Kelly: They're back!

Christie: Nice outfits. Post-it's must be really lucrative!

Michele: Romy, are you sure you wanna do this?

Romy: Oh yeah, Michele. I am SO sure!

[they approach Christie, Cheryl, & Kelly]

Romy: What the hell is your problem, Christie? Why the hell are you always such a nasty bitch? I mean, okay, so Michele and I did make up some stupid lie! We only did it because we wanted you to treat us like human beings. But you know what I realized? I don't care if you like us, 'cause we don't like you. You're a bad person with an ugly heart, and we don't give a flying fuck what you think!

[Cheryl and Kelly laugh sarcastically]

Romy: Come on Michele.

Michele: Okay, and... YEAH!

Christie: Unbelievable! They're as deluded about their lives as they are about those HIDEOUS clothes

Lisa Luder: Actually Christie. They have nice lines. A fun, frisky use of color. All and all, I'd have to say they're really... NOT BAD!

Christie: Well, WE still think they're ridiculous. Don't we girls?

Lisa Luder: Why don't you just let them think for themselves for once?

Christie: You're just jealous. Because unlike a certain ball-busting dried up career woman, I might mention, we're all HAPPILY MARRIED!

Lisa Luder: That's right, Christie. Keep telling yourself that.

Michelle: What are you picking on us for any way? We are NOT the ones who got fat.

Christie: We're pregnant, you half-wit.

Michelle: Oh yeah? Well, I hope your babies look like monkeys!

Christie: Thanks a lot Romy.

Romy: What?

Christie: Thanks for stealing my boyfriend!

Romy: What are you talking about?

Christie: Billy just broke up with me. Apparently he's had a crush on you since Mr. Roswell's class and now that he knows that you like him, he doesn't want to pretend with me anymore. My life was perfect and you ruined it! Oh!

Romy: I swear to God Christy, I didn't even think he'd dance with me!

Michele: Wow, she is really P.O.'d. This is so cool!

Romy: I know. It's like I had this dream where Billy was like in love with me, and he was in a wheelchair, but still, it's like it's coming true!

Christie: Sandy, hi! You look so rich! I mean, great!

Christie: [addressing Michele] Oh - it's the back-brace girl!

The 'A' group: [in sneering tone] Hi, back-brace girl!

Patrick Bateman: Don't you want to know what I do?

Christie: No. No, not really.

Patrick Bateman: Well, I work on Wall Street... for Pierce & Pierce. Have you heard of it?

[the girls shake their heads. Patrick's jaw tightens]

Christie: You have a really nice place here, Paul. How much did you pay for it?

Patrick Bateman: Well, actually, that's none of your business, Christie. But I can assure you, it certainly wasn't cheap.

Graham Sloan: What are you trying to tell me, baby? What are you saying?

Christie: I want... I want to stay.

Graham Sloan: But it's getting cold.

Christie: But I need more sun.

Graham Sloan: There's no more sun.