Cale: Yeah? What is the truth? Korso: That the human race is outta gas. It's circling the drain. It's finished! The only thing that matters is grabbing whatcha can before somebody else beats ya to it. Cale: No, I don't believe that. Korso: Then you're even more like your father than I thought... a fool.
Preed: But it wasn't just the money the Drej were offering. It was their great health plan. They let me live provided I kill all of you before they get here. They should arrive shortly.
Korso: Oh, man, they've really ground you down. Cale: Hey, get this straight, I don't even know you. I don't want any part of your mission, and I don't need your help with these over-sized morons. Korso: Oh. Okay. Korso: (to alien goons, after he unties them) I think he called you morons.
Korso: (amused) And you were worried. Cale: (points to cracking windshield) Whaddaya mean were?
(Surprising a group of aliens attacking Cale) Korso: If you're going to hunt humans, you should know we travel in packs.
Cale: Maybe I've been wrong all these years, and it's taken your inspiring speech to make me see it. You've really changed me. It's beautiful. I think we've gotta hug.
Preed: Just out of curiosity, do we have a plan B?
Cale: They're locking down the doors! Korso: We're not going forward, we're going up. Cale: Up?
Gune: (shooting at the Drej ships) Who's your daddee!
Cale: (angry) If I don't like the way things are going I'll show you how much like my father I am. I'll leave!
Korso: Eject. 'Ey, where's the eject? Cale? Cale, this model does have eject, right? Korso, Cale: (look at each other then brace for impact)
Akima: (when the spaceship won't start) Should I get out and push?
Korso: Exhale. Cale: You've gotta be kidding me. Korso: Exhale! Cale: No. No, no! Korso: (kicks windshield out)
Preed: Fight the good fight, precious! Stith: Preed, I'll kill you! Okay? I will kill you!
(Gune is licking Cale's hand) Gune: Hmmm... spaghetti derivative... meatballs, sort of anyway... and... ooh, Kaldorf droppings! Who ate it before you did?
Cale: I'm uhh still naked here. Akima: Gee, I hadn't noticed.
Korso: You should brace yourself. Cale: (nervous) Uh, uh, yeah! Uh, I'm feeling that.
(Walking around inside the Titan) Akima: What exactly are we looking for? Cale: This ship's gonna help us save mankind. Akima: What *exactly* are we looking for? Cale: Not a clue.
Preed: Akrenians don't dream. Akima: (sarcasticly) They don't bathe much either.
Korso: You back-stabbing... Preed: Well, I learned from the best.
Gune: Preed! Preed! Aren't you supposed to be watching for the Drej? Preed: (not paying much attention to Gune) Yes, Caveman. Drej bad, we good. Now go look at something shiny for a while. Gune: (tugging on Preed's arm) I think you'd better look again! (Preed looks up from his gun and spotts the Drej off in the distance) Gune, Preed: (shouts) Drej!
Cale: Give me the ring! Korso: Your not gonna shoot me, kid.
Cale: Everyday I wake up and it's still the present. The same grimy, boring present. I don't think this "future" thing of yours exists.
Korso: (to Cale, who is sitting in the driver's seat) Over. Maybe next time, kid.