Resident Alien
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Asta: I won't let you die.
Harry: [internal] I believe her. No one's dying today. But now I have my device, so how about tomorrow? All eight billion of them!
Asta: Thank God, we're all OK.
D'Arcy: OK? We fell into a crevasse. This is a death trap.
Asta: Sorry I said anything.
Harry: It's your fault. The ice glacier caved in because you are too heavy.
D'Arcy: OK. We're killing him.
Asta: That part of you is still a human. I just touched your penis.
Harry: I do not mind it; it feels good.
Asta: Stop talking!
Asta: So what you said about your wife dying was true, then?
Harry: We do not have genders like you humans. I had a mate who died bearing our offspring.
Asta: I'm sorry.
Harry: There is nothing to be sorry about. The birthing death is inevitable. My people do not feel sadness [voice cracking].
Asta: Are you sure about that?
Harry: Once I assumed this body, I began feeling all sorts of things I have never felt. I don't want to talk about it!
I had 342 children, and I never worried about any of them. Now, I cannot stop thinking about number 62. It had my eyes.
Harry
They stole my ship. They know I'm stranded here. They must be searching for me. I would grow a mustache as a disguise, but then I'd have to get a job as a firefighter or a pedophile.
Harry
Harry: We should talk.
Isabelle: Yes?
Harry: What are you making for dinner?
Are you angry because I drugged you? I was trying to be kind. On television, the Three Stooges knock each other out with skillets.
Harry
The biggest misconception that humans have about the universe is that it's enormous. It's not. It's tiny. It's also finite and smells of slightly burnt caramel corn. I understand why these dumb humans don't know anything about the extended universe; they've never been there.
Harry
This is my life now -- human being. So I have to live like humans do. Occupy my time at a job I loathe, slowly rotting away until I die. What are my choices?
Harry
Harry: You will help me find my device.
Max: Why? What's it do?
Harry: [internal] Cook your monkey ass. [to Max] Consider it a radio.