- Dr. Oliver: Morning, general.
- Gen. Mills: Is that supposed to be some kind of disguise?
- Dr. Oliver: Are you kidding? You oughta see my underwear.
- Gen. Mills: I'd rather see the contents of that briefcase.
- Dr. Oliver: You and me both.
- Dr. Oliver: When you programmed her with rampant nymphomania, you created a sex charged object of desire. She experienced a prehistoric orgasm which stretched her genetic code, creating the creature we now have to deal with. Gatorbabe.