Prometheus (I) (2012)
Idris Elba: Janek
Janek : You know, if you wanna get laid, you really don't have to pretend to be interested in the pyramid scan. I mean, you could just say, "Hey, I'm trying to get laid." Heh.
Meredith Vickers : I could. I could say that, right? But then it wouldn't make sense why I would fly myself half a billion miles from every man on Earth if I wanted to get laid, would it?
Janek : Hey, uh, Vickers. Hey, Vickers. I was wondering... Are you a robot?
Meredith Vickers : [scoffs] My room. Ten minutes.
Janek : Just got a ping about one click west of you.
Millburn : What do you mean "a ping"?
Janek : Well, whatever that probe is picking up, it's not dead. It's reading a life form.
Fifield : What?
Millburn : Okay, what you mean, "a life form"?
Fifield : Is it - Is it moving?
Janek : No, I don't think so.
Fifield : No, Captain, you're obviously not seeing what we're seeing down here. But if you were, you wouldn't be talking about a bloody ping, yeah?
Janek : I know, boys. Your signal has been coming in sporadically since the storm hit.
Fifield : That's no good to us down here, Captain! Is it - Is it moving? Are these things moving?
Janek : No. No, it just disappeared, actually. Must be a glitch.
Millburn : What do you mean, "a glitch"?
Janek : All right, boys. Sleep tight. Try not to bugger each other.
Millburn : Captain, what do you mean, "a glitch"?
Fifield : Millburn. What does he mean? Wait. Now, he said - He said one click west, yeah?
Millburn : Yeah.
Fifield : Now, we... We don't want to check that out, do we, huh?
Millburn : Shit, no.
Fifield : Where are we gonna go?
Millburn : East.
Fifield : Yeah, east.
Millburn : A fucking glitch, man. "Pings, glitch, life form." What the fuck?
Janek : Mr. Ravel, warm up the ion propulsion.
Meredith Vickers : What the hell are you talking about?
Ravel : Sir, burning the ion in the inner atmosphere...
Janek : ...turns us into a bullet. That is exactly the point.
Meredith Vickers : The hell are you doing? Janek, this is my ship. I'm telling you to take us home!
Janek : Vickers, I'm gonna eject your life support module onto that surface. That's two years of life. You want it, or you wanna stay with me? You got 40 seconds to get to the escape pod.
Meredith Vickers : You're crazy!
Janek : Gentlemen, I can handle this myself. Feel free to join Miss Vickers.
Ravel : All due respect, captain, you're a shit pilot and you're gonna need all the help you can get.
Janek : Where the hell you going, doc? You know what this place is? Those Engineers, this ain't their home. It's an installation. Maybe even military. They put it out here in the middle of nowhere because they're not stupid enough to make weapons of mass destruction on their own doorstep. That's what all that shit is in those vases. They made it here. It got out, turned on them. The end. It's time for us to go home.
Elizabeth Shaw : One of them is still alive. Don't you want to know what they have to say?
Janek : I don't care.
Elizabeth Shaw : Right. All you do is fly the ship.
Janek : That's right.
Elizabeth Shaw : But you must care about something, captain. If you didn't, why are you here?
Janek : How about this? No matter what happens down there, I can't bring none of that shit back home with us. Can't let it happen. And I'll do whatever I have to to see that it doesn't.
Elizabeth Shaw : Make sure you do, captain.
Fifield : Can you get a message to the scientist and that zealot girlfriend of his?
Janek : Mmmm hmmm.
Fifield : You got a pen nearby?
Janek : Nope. Nope, think we got it.
Fifield : Tell them I said #static interference# themselves.
Janek : #Laughs#
Fifield : Copy?
Janek : Copy that. Alright boys, keep your head down and we'll come and get you in the morning.
Janek : Whatever that probe is picking up, it's a lifeform.
Janek : Prometheus has landed.
Janek : What is the atmosphere?
Ravel : Atmosphere is 71 percent nitrogen, 21 percent oxygen, traces of argon gas.
Janek : Whoa, now, that's weather.
Charlie Holloway : Just like home.
Ford : Only if you're breathing through an exhaust pipe. CO2 is over 3 percent. Two minutes without a suit, you're dead.