Kane's Son

The Creator does not care what happens in This World. 

Nobody has heard from Him since He marked Cain. 

We are alone. 

Orphaned children, cursed to struggle by the sweat of our brow to survive.

Tennessee:

He looks like Phantom of the Opera.

Upworth:

I didn't peg you for a musical fan.

Tennessee:

Oh, there's a musical?

I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;

"Kane's Son..."

- Ash
It's a Robot, Ash is a Goddamn Robot.

"You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? 

The Perfect Organism. 

Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility. 

I Admire It's Purity.

A Survivor...
 
Unclouded by Conscience, Remorse, 

or 

Delusions of Morality. "

Ash,
It's a Robot, Ash is a Goddamn Robot.:
Look, what would you have done with Kane?

 You know his only chance of survival was to get him in here.

Ripley:
Unfortunately, by breaking quarantine, you risk everybody's life.


Ash,
It's a Robot, Ash is a Goddamn Robot :
Maybe I should have left him outside.
Maybe I've jeopardized the rest of us, but it was a risk I was willing to take.

Ripley:
That's a pretty big risk for a Science Officer. 

It's not exactly out of the manual, is it?

Tubal-cain:

When I heard talk of miracles, I dismissed them. 

[ You would. ]

But then I saw the birds with my own eyes, flying here, and I had to come.

Noah:

There isn't anything for you here.

Tubal-cain:

No? This all belongs to me. 

This land.

This forest. 

That stronghold of yours.

Did you really think you could protect yourself from me in that?

Noah:

It's not protection from you.

Tubal-cain:

Then what is it?

Noah:

An Ark to hold The Innocent when The Creator sends his deluge to wipe out The Wicked from This World.

Tubal-cain:

The Creator does not care what happens in This World.

Nobody has heard from Him since He marked Cain. 

We are alone. 

Orphaned children, cursed to struggle by the sweat of our brow to survive. 

Damned if I don't do everything it takes to do just that.

Damned if I don't take what I want.

One thing I could never stand was to see a filthy, dirty old drunkie, howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and going blurp blurp in between as it might be a filthy old orchestra in his stinking, rotten guts.

I could never stand to see anyone like that, whatever his age might be, but more especially when he was real old like this one was.