Space Truckers (1996)
Cindy: Did you hear something back there that sounds like there's something back there?
Macanudo: I rebuilt my mind!
Cindy: So, you have a homemade brain.
Macanudo: [to Cindy, in bed] Just close your eyes and think of Brooklyn.
John Canyon: You know, for a son-of-a-bitch, gimp rapist murderer... he died ok!
Sam: [after being shot with a ray gun] I smell cooking, man. Some thing's cooking.
Lou: What are you talking about?
Sam: Smells like somebody making hamburgers.
Lou: Damn Sam. It's you.
Sam: It is?
[looks at his wound and dies]
Macanudo: I'm sorry you couldn't find it in your heart to give me a chance. You could have been my beloved concubine. Shared my position here.
Cindy: Well, I guess it wasn't in my fortune cookie.
Macanudo: Now, all you'll share is my crew. 312 of them in random order.
Macanudo: Were you not chained to a major support beam of my ship I wouldn't stand a chance of having sex with someone so alluring as you.
Mike Pucci: Leave her alone, you half-electric asshole.
John Canyon: He didn't mean that. He respects the brave way you confront your disability.
Mike Pucci: John we gotta do something. What do think they're doing to her up there, huh?
John Canyon: It's not the first time, kid, and she's doing it for the team.
Macanudo: I pray you allow me a few moments to coordinate my seldom-used reproductive sequencer.
John Canyon: You're gonna make one a them desperate last stands?
Mike Pucci: Look, setting aside what this scum have in mind for us, what do you think they're gonna do to her, huh?
John Canyon: Mike, there's not alot we can do. We just hope that our cooperative attitudes and sunny dispositions see us clear.