"DEAR MR. AND MRS.! I'M SORRY TO TELL YOU THIS, BUT YOUR TIME IS ESSENTIALLY UP! AND YOU FAILED! YOU FAILED TO DELIVER THE HOMELESS SWINE! I'm very disappointed as you FINE FOLK SHOULD KNOW BETTER! THAT PIECE OF FILTH THAT YOU ARE PROTECTING EXISTS ONLY TO SERVE OUR NEED TO PURGE! So, I bid thee farewell, sweet Sandins. [loads his gun; to his gang] Release the beast, boys! Let the killing commence!"

"I want all these barricades down! Get chains on every door and every window!"

"Our equipment is arriving soon. And we will get in. Send out he, or that... will be thee."

"There you are. Thank you for accepting my invitation. Tell me, why haven't you delivered the filthy swine to me yet? Are you protecting him? I certainly hope not, Mr. Sandin."

"Your home tells me you're good folk, just like us. One of the haves. And your blue flowers tell me that you support the Purge. We want to treat you fairly, so listen closely. Let me introduce us. We are some fine... young... very educated... guys and gals. We have gotten gussied up in our most terrifying guises. As we do every year. Ready to violate... annihilate, and cleanse our souls. But things took a turn. Our target escaped us, and... Several of your dear neighbors informed us that you, the Sandins, have inexplicably given him sanctuary. Mr. and Mrs., the man you're sheltering is nothing but a dirty, homeless pig. A grotesque menace to our just society, who had the audacity to fight back, killing one of us when we attempted to execute him tonight. The pig doesn't know his place, and now he needs to be taught a lesson. You need to return him to us. Alive. So that we may Purge as we are entitled. Here's the plan, Sandins. You have until our provisions arrive, provisions which will help us break into your elegant home. If you don't... If you don't deliver him by the aforementioned time, we'll release the beast on him... And on you. And, um... we can enter any home we want. And we will want... as wanting is our will on this fine night. Don't force us to hurt you. We don't want to kill our own. Please, just let us Purge. Toodle-oo, Sandins. [leaves]"

"They went looking for our beginning. What they found could be our end."

"Benedict Wong — Ravel"

"Emun Elliott — Chance"

"Kate Dickie — Ford"

"Sean Harris — Fifield"

"Rafe Spall — Millburn"

"Charlize Theron — Meredith Vickers"

"Logan Marshall-Green — Charlie Holloway"

"Idris Elba — Janek"

"Guy Pearce — Peter Weyland"

"Michael Fassbender — David"

"Noomi Rapace — Elizabeth Shaw"

"The search for our beginning could lead to our end."

"Look, I'm just a geologist. I like rocks. I love rocks! Now, it's clear you two don't give a shit about rocks. But what you do seem to care about is gigantic dead bodies. And as I don't really have anything to contribute in the gigantic dead body arena … I'm gonna go back to the ship. If you don't mind."

"Final report of the vessel Prometheus. The ship and her entire crew are gone. If you're receiving this transmission, make no attempt to come to its point of origin. There is only death here now, and I'm leaving it behind. It is New Year's Day, the year of our Lord, 2094. My name is Elizabeth Shaw, the last survivor of the Prometheus. And I am still searching."

"It's us — it's everything. What killed them?"

"A king has his reign, and then he dies. It's inevitable."

"Good morning. I am Meredith Vickers, and it is my job to make sure you do yours."

"This man is here because he does not want to die. He believes you can give him more life."

"How far would you go to get what you came all this way for — to get your answers? What would you be willing to do?"

"Big things have small beginnings."

"I was designed like this because you people are more comfortable interacting with your own kind. If I didn't wear the suit, it would defeat the purpose."