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Annalee Call: You're a thing, a construct. They grew you in a fucking lab.
Johner: Right, you're the "new model" droid. You can access the mainframe by remote.
Annalee Call: No, I can't. I burned my modem. We all did.
Ripley: Why do you care what happens to them?
Annalee Call: Because I'm programmed to.
Ripley: You're programmed to be an asshole? You're the new asshole model they're putting out?
Annalee Call: Jesus Christ, Johner, what do you put in this shit, battery acid?
Johner: Just for color.
Annalee Call: He is breeding an alien species. More than dangerous. If those things get loose, it's gonna make the Lacerta Plague look like a fucking square dance!
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last lines]
Annalee Call: [
about Earth] It's beautiful.
Ripley: Yeah.
Annalee Call: I didn't expect it to be. What happens now?
Ripley: I don't know. I'm a stranger here myself.
Annalee Call: Father's dead, asshole. Intruder on level one. All aliens, please proceed to level one.
Annalee Call: [
about leaving Ripley, who has just been sucked into the alien lair, behind] It's not right!
Purvis: I've been saying that all day.
Dr. Wren: Then this little synthetic bitch is gonna plug into the Auriga, and she is gonna take us right back to home base, according to the standard emergency procedures.
Annalee Call: No, she's not!
Distephano: Are you crazy? You still wanna bring those things back to Earth?
Johner: Haven't you been payin' attention today?
Dr. Wren: Ah, the intellectual speaks.