I wanna rip you open and see if you're ugly inside.
Alita: Battle Angel
2.1s
You are so beautiful.
Alita: Battle Angel
1.2s
Like the others.
Alita: Battle Angel
1.8s
Watch her die.
Alita: Battle Angel
2s
Rip that flea!
Alita: Battle Angel
1.7s
Hi-yah!
Alita: Battle Angel
1.6s
You have nice eyes.
Alita: Battle Angel
2.8s
That is so sweet.
Alita: Battle Angel
2.1s
You came to rescue me?
Alita: Battle Angel
3.2s
He's mine. You can have the girl.
Alita: Battle Angel
1.4s
My God.
Alita: Battle Angel
2.2s
That's gonna save us some time.
Alita: Battle Angel
15.5s
Nice shot, for a Meat-Boy. No!
Alita: Battle Angel
1.9s
Hey, thanks for bringing a girl.
Alita: Battle Angel
1.4s
Don't move.
Alita: Battle Angel
3m7s
Who am I? This was your daughter? You built this body for her? Her name was Alita. She was really looking forward to waking up with legs that could run. You built her a pair of fast legs. She never got to use them. She was murdered. What happened? A patient of mine came to the clinic one night, looking for drugs. I was a tuner for the Motorball games... and I had made a machine body for him of obscene strength. He was my demon, coming back to me. Hey! What are you doing there? Alita couldn't get out of the way fast enough. Her mother, Chiren, couldn't deal with Alita's death. Maybe she just couldn't deal with me. So I went hunting. I needed to kill him. Maybe I was just hoping that he would kill me. It brought no peace. There were other demons like him out there... and I felt, somehow, I was responsible for all of them. So I registered as a Hunter-Warrior. There's nothing noble about it. Did you ever find peace? I found you. I'm not your daughter. I don't know what I am. I do. Have a look at your original Cyber-core. This is your brain. A normal healthy teenage girl's brain. If there is such a thing. But this is your heart. Part of your original core... powered by an Anti-Matter Micro-Reactor. So I've got a strong heart? You have a heart strong enough to power all of Iron City for years. This is lost technology. Nobody's made this stuff since... before The Fall. Yeah, right. So I'm 300 years old? Sweetheart, you are.