The Signal

Haley:
Nic, I offer to help, not because I think you need it, but because I know you don't.

Nic:
The truth of the matter? What is the truth of the matter here? The only thing I know for certain is that you don't know what you're dealing with. You will be pulled from this shitty little shack you call a research facility so fast that the only thing relevant to be shown for any of this is the way it's all exposed, wrecked, and forgotten. You have *no* idea! You have no clue! Do you? Have any clue how fast dumb, lost little kids like me, Jonah, or Nomad could ruin a place like this? Have it come grinding to a halt like the stone wheel it is? You're clueless law in the Wild West, Damon. You're a relic protecting ruins. You're pathetic! The truth of the matter is that I'm the only one that has any sense around here.

Jonah:
They're testing us, Nic. Like little rats.

[last lines]

Damon:
Take a look at yourself, Nic. The perfect integration of human will and alien technology. Our finest achievement.

Nic:
Nomad? Nomad!

Damon:
Nomad, yes. I brought you here. But remember, Nic, you were the one who came looking for me. So you might want to ask yourself, "Did I find what I was looking for?"