Resident Alien
Wednesdays 10:00 PM on SyFyLiv Baker Quotes
Mike: Is he still there? Oh, no. Don't look. Feel it with your third eye.
Liv: I'm sorry. I already looked with my first two eyes. He's there.
Mike: You said we. Are you back on this thing with me?
Liv: Yes, sir. I don't want to let being afraid stop me from doing what's right. If I can put my Nana in the hospital, I can do anything.
Liv: Is the woman Lena Torres?
Mike: Let's call her Mina Flores.
Wait. Are you seeing owls? Do you think you've been abducted?
Mike: Now why would a well-respected military chemist end up living way out here like some kind of creepy ass fairytale witch?
Liv: They say she kind of lost it after she saw her husband die in a lab accident.
Mike: Lab accident? You sayin’ we could be facin’ a supervillain?
Liv: I need to talk to you about something.
D'Arcy: Is this about who made a big snow penis outside town hall?
Liv: What?
D'Arcy: What?
Mike: Well, let me introduce you to our unsub, Mr. Plaid, right. Look how he's sittin' -- upright, prepared. And what does that suggest? I'll give ya a hint. It begins with the letter M.
Liv: Military.
Mike: Mime.
Liv: That was my second guess.
Mike: Now, mime is an undervalued physical discipline. Their posture's active even when they sittin' still, and you won't ever hear 'em comin'. We might be lookin' at a killer mime.
Liv [music blasting in the background]: Listen, that duffle bag belongs to the alien tracker's son. I found the information in a diary.
Mike: Who has diarrhea?
Liv: No! DIARY!
Mike: Diarrhea?
Liv: DIARY! And I found the name of the son's therapist. He lives in Utah, and, get this. He was murdered last night!
Mike: Damn! Things have taken a turn. No wonder you have diarrhea.
Harry: You are tracking Asta? You are doing what I was doing!
D'Arcy: It's only creepy if you do it.
Liv: Pass me some more tape?
Mike: What are you doing with all these sponges?
Liv: I didn't want to raise red flags using department resources, so I bought the fingerprint kit online, and the scrubber is for my cast iron skillet.
Mike: Wait. Wait. You wash your cast iron skillet? You can't do that! Where do you think the food's flavor comes from?
Liv: The food?
Mike: The skillet! What you think got more flavor? The food you cookin' or ten years of food cooked on iron?
Liv: I don't know, but now my stomach feels weird.
Mike: Shit. Scrubbin' a cast iron skillet, that's like, that's like washin' your hands before you eat a sandwich. Half of what you taste on a sandwich, that's finger flavor.
