Wanderer/Wanda: Why is he looking at you?
Melanie Stryder: Why are you looking at him?
Wanderer/Wanda: You know, it's not really me you like. It's this body. You couldn't care for me.
[taking his hand]
Wanderer/Wanda: If you could hold me - me... in your hand - you'd be disgusted.
[pause]
Wanderer/Wanda: You'd crush me.
Ian O'Shea: You don't know that.
Jared Howe: I haven't spoken to another human being in two years.
Melanie Stryder: I'm guessing you haven't been kissed in a while, either.
[Jared smiles]
Jeb: This ain't a democracy. It's a dictatorship. It's a benign dictatorship, but it's a dictatorship just the same.
[first lines]
Jeb: The earth is at peace. There is no hunger. There is no violence. The environment is healed. Honesty, courtesy and kindness are practiced by all. Our world has never been more... perfect. Only, it is no longer our world. We've been invaded by an alien race. They occupy the bodies of almost all human beings on the planet. The few humans who have survived
are on the run.