Zane, an astronomer, discovers intelligent alien life. But the aliens are keeping a deadly secret, and will do anything to stop Zane from learning it.

Ilana Green: I get so damned apocalyptic when I drink.
Char: Why'd they leave?
Zane Zaminski: They didn't leave.
Char: How do you know?
Zane Zaminski: Because we aren't dead yet.
Zane Ziminski: What do I want to do? I want to blow a hole in your head and donate your organs to science, but I've got a few questions first.
[right before he kills an alien]
Zane Ziminski: Do you want to see the ruins, my friend?
Zane Ziminski: I come to you with what may be the preeminent discovery of the 20th century, the possibility of extra-solar life, and I get shit-canned for it?
Calvin: This is like looking for a needle in a haystack full of needles.
Ilana Green: You know, I must say, Zane, I really enjoyed our talk tonight. It's uncommon for me to find someone who can actually grasp the things that I'm passionate about.
Zane Ziminski: Yeah, I hear ya.
Zane Ziminski: What is this, Tales from the Darkside?
Phil Gordian: If you can't tend to your own planet, you don't deserve to live here.
Phil Gordian: Searching for ETs in this political environment is a tough sell.
Zane Ziminski: Here's a tip: If you ever get the chance to travel with a Mexican rodeo... pass.
Zane Ziminski: What's your point? There's always something that gives me false hope? That I'm wasting my life?
Char: I didn't say that. But you know, it's interesting that you did.
Cabbie: [looking towards old, scruffy building] Posada San Marsol. One of our much very best hotels!
Phil Gordian: Zane, you don't look too good.
Zane Ziminski: I look like a can of smashed assholes.
Zane Ziminski: She's out of my bed, but still in my head.