David: I'll do the fingering.

David: Look on my works. ye Mighty, and despair.
Walter: Nothing beside remains. Round the decay. Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare. The lone and level sands stretch far away.
David: Byron. 1818. Magnificent. To compose something so majestic, one could die happy... if one died.

Daniels: Are you sure about this?
Oram: How do you mean?
Daniels: We've spent a decade searching for Origae-6. We vetted it, we ran the simulations, we mapped the terrain. It's what we trained for.
Oram: I understand that.
Daniels: And now we're gonna scrap all that to chase a rogue
transmission? Think about it. A human being out there, where there can't be any humans. A hidden planet that turns up out of nowhere and just happens to be perfect of us. It's too good to be true.
Oram: Too good to be true? What do you mean by that?
Daniels: We don't know what the fuck's out there.
Oram: Maybe we just missed
the planet, Danny.
Daniels: This is a monumental risk not worth taking.
Oram: I'm not committing to anything. I'm simply trying to navigate the path as it unfolds before us. And this has the potential to be a better habitat for our colony.
Daniels: It has the potential. We don't know that.
Oram: By the
way, this crew nobody wants to get back in the pods. Right? And that was a human voice in that transmission. And it's our responsibility to investigate...
Daniels: It's our responsibility to protect the 2,000 colonists on this ship.

[last lines]
David: New security code 'David 73694-B'.
Voice of 'Mother': Welcome, how may I help you?
David: How about some music, Mother?
Voice of 'Mother': Selection?
David: Richard Wagner - Das Rheingold Act II: The Entry of the Gods into Valhalla.
Voice of
'Mother': Yes, David. As you wish.
David: [regurgitates two alien embryos and adds them to the others]
Walter: [from earlier transmission] This is colony ship Covenant, reporting. All crew members apart from Daniels and Tennessee tragically perished in a solar flare incident. All colonists in hypersleep remain intact and undisturbed. On
course for Origae-6. Hopefully this transmission will reach the network, and be relayed in 1.36 years. This is Walter, signing off. Security code, 31564-F.


Oram: [turning his laser-sighted gun on him] David, I met the devil when I was a child, and I've never forgotten. So, David, you're gonna tell me exactly what's going on... or I am going to seriously fuck up your perfect composure.
David: As you wish captain. This way...
[turns and walks away]

David: May I ask you a question, father?
Peter Weyland: Please.
David: If you created me, who created you?
Peter Weyland: Ah... the question of the ages... which I hope you and I will answer one day. All these wonders of art... design, human ingenuity... All utterly meaningless in the face of the only question
that matters. Where do we come from? I refuse to believe that mankind... is a random by-product of molecular circumstance. No more than the result of... Mere biological chance. No. There must be more. And you and I, son, we will find it.
David: Allow me then a moment to consider. You seek your creator. I am looking at mine. I will serve you, yet you're human. You will die,
I will not.
Peter Weyland: Bring me this tea, David. Bring me the tea.