(McCarthy as Ellen Ripley, and Siri and the android, Ash)

McCarthy: How do we get it out, it Siri? There’s gotta be a way of getting it out. How? How do we do it?
Siri: You can’t.
Parker: That’s bullshit.
Siri: You still don’t understand what you’re dealing with, do you? The perfect hitting organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility towards a baseball.
Lambert: You admire it.
Siri: I admire its purity. A survivor… unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.
Parker: Look, I am… I’ve heard enough of this, and I’m asking you to pull the plug.
Siri: [McCarthy goes to disconnect Siri, who interrupts] Last word.
McCarthy: What?
Siri: I can’t lie to you about your chances, but…you have my sympathies.

BM: C’mon Siri, I pay you to give me answers. There must be some way.

SIRI: There is one way. Seek out a man named Syd Finch and learn to throw 116 MPH. I hope this helps.

BM: Siri – Go F$%# the docking station you rode in on.

SIRI: I will go F$%# my docking station . . . but you still will not get Josh Hamilton out. He is like the iPhone of baseball players. Slightly flawed but always comes out on top.