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An extraterrestrial race arrives on Earth with seemingly good intentions, only to slowly reveal their true machinations the more ingrained into society they become.
[Nathan Bates is apparently collaborating with the Visitors] Mike Donovan: We know Bates is in bed with Diana. Willie: Really? I did not know that. Elias Taylor: It's a figure of speech, Willie. Willie: With Diana... one never knows.
Lydia: You know, I've never lost in mortal combat. Diana: Idiot. If you had, you'd be dead.
[Kyle has hidden a special courier message, the Resistance wants it] Ham Tyler: I'll stand on your neck if don't. [give the message] Mike Donovan: And you don't want that.
Mike Donovan: I thought you can drive. Ham Tyler: I thought you can shoot.
Willie: [playing piano and singing off-key] Deck the halls with lousy folly/Fa la la la la, la la la la/Tis the evening scruffy molly/Fa la la la la, la la la la/Don't we know how gay a carol/Fa la la, la la la, la la la/Holy moly Yule Tide carol/Fa la la la la, la la... [Visitor customer cuts Willie off] Visitor customer: [yanks Willie off the piano] That's terrible. Take a walk! [shoves Willie away, sits down at the piano, and starts playing] Dr. Julie Parrish: Willie, are you all right? Willie: Yes. He only injured my prize.
Diana: The scorpion? Lydia: I ate it. And I saved the best part for you. [throws the tail at Diana]