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: Thank you, that will be all. Ripley
: God damn it, that's not all! Because if one of those things gets down here then that will be all! Then all this - this bullshit that you think is so important, you can just kiss all that goodbye!
: Well, somebody's gonna have to go out there. Take a portable terminal, go out there and patch in manually. Hudson
: Oh yeah, sure! With those things runnin' around? You can count me out. Hicks
: Yeah I guess we can just count you out of everything, Hudson. Bishop
: [speaking under Hicks
] I'll go. Hudson
: That's right, man. Bishop
: I'll go. Hudson
: Hey, why don't you go, man! Bishop
: [more loudly
] I'll go. Ripley
: What? Bishop
: I'll go. I mean, I'm the only one qualified to remote-pilot the ship anyway. Hudson
: Yeah right, man, Bishop should go.
[Vasquez looks at Hudson with disgust
: Good idea! Bishop
: Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.
: These people are here to protect you. They're soldiers. Newt
: It won't make any difference.
[On whether she would return to LV-426
: Now please leave. I am not going back, and I am... I would not be any good to you if I did.
: Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire? Gorman
: 10 millimeter explosive tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing round, why? Ripley
: Well, look where your team is. They're right under the primary heat exchangers. Gorman
: So? Ripley
: So, if they fire their weapons in there, won't they rupture the cooling system? Burke
] Ho, ho, ho. Yeah, she's absolutely right. Gorman
: [turns round to Burke
] So? So what? Burke
: Look, this whole station is basically a big fusion reactor...
[Gorman turns back to stare, horrified, at the screen
: ...right? So you're talkin' about a thermonuclear explosion and "Adiós, muchachos." Gorman
: Oh, great. Wonderful. Shit!
: [puts his rifle against Burke's head
] I say we grease this rat-fuck son-of-a-bitch right now. Hicks
: It just doesn't make any goddamn sense. Ripley
: He figured that he could get an alien back through quarantine, if one of us was... impregnated... whatever you call it, and then frozen for the trip home. Nobody would know about the embryos we were carrying... me and Newt. Hicks
: Wait a minute, now... we'd all know. Ripley
: Yes. The only way he could do it is if he sabotaged certain freezers on the way home... namely, yours. Then he could jettison the bodies and make up any story he liked. Hudson
: Fuck. He's dead. You're dog-meat, pal! Burke
: This is so nuts. I mean, listen - listen to what you're saying. It's paranoid delusion. How - It's really sad. It's pathetic. Ripley
: You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them fucking each other over for a goddamn percentage. Hicks
: All right, we waste him. No offense. Ripley
: No. He's gotta go back.
: They cut the power. Hudson
: What do you mean, "*They* cut the power"? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!
: My mommy always said there were no monsters - no real ones - but there are. Ripley
: Yes, there are, aren't there? Newt
: Why do they tell little kids that? Ripley
: Most of the time it's true.
: Ripley? I- You know I expected more from you - I thought you'd be smarter than this. Ripley
: Well, I'm happy to disappoint you.
: How long after we're declared overdue can we expect a rescue? Hicks
] Seventeen days. Hudson
: Seventeen *days?* Hey man, I don't wanna rain on your parade, but we're not gonna last seventeen *hours!* Those things are gonna come in here just like they did before. And they're gonna come in here... Ripley
: Hudson! Hudson
: ...and they're gonna come in here AND THEY'RE GONNA GET US! Ripley
: Hudson! This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training.
[Newt apes a salute
: Why don't you put her in charge? Ripley
: You better just start dealing with it, Hudson! Listen to me! Hudson, just deal with it, because we need you and I'm sick of your bullshit.
: Did IQs just drop sharply while I was away?
[the marines are all hard at work, preparing for the drop
: I feel like kind of a fifth wheel around here, is there anything I can do? Apone
: I dunno, is there anything you can do?
: Just tell me one thing, Burke. You're going out there to destroy them, right? Not to study. Not to bring back. But to wipe them out. Burke
: That's the plan. You have my word on it. Ripley
: All right, I'm in.
: [referring to the knife game
] I thought you never missed, Bishop.
[Ripley looks up to see a white milky substance leaking from between Bishop's thumb and index fingers
: [to Burke in an accusatory tone
] You never said anything about an android being on board! Why not?
[Bishop perks at "android", looks to Ripley, then to Burke
: Pff, it never - never occurred to me. It's just common practice. We always have a synthetic on board. Bishop
: [to Burke
] I prefer the term "Artificial Person" myself.
: How many drops is this for you, Lieutenant? Gorman
: Thirty eight... simulated. Vasquez
: How many *combat* drops? Gorman
: Uh, two. Including this one. Drake
: Shit. Hudson
: Oh, man...
: Look, this is an emotional moment for all of us, okay? I know that. But, let's not make snap judgments, please. This is clearly-clearly an important species we're dealing with and I don't think that you or I, or anybody, has the right to arbitrarily exterminate them. Ripley
: Wrong! Vasquez
: Yeah. Watch us.
: Look, Ripley. Ripley
: Yes? Burke
: This is a multi-million dollar installation, okay? He can't make that kind of decision, he's just a grunt!
: Ah, no offense. Hicks
: None taken.
: Get away from her, you *bitch!*
: I dunno how you managed to stay alive, but you're one brave kid, Rebecca. Newt
] N... Newt... Ripley
: What'd you say? Newt
: Newt. My name's Newt. Nobody calls me Rebecca, except my brother.
: Bishop, how much time? Bishop
: Plenty, 26 minutes! Ripley
: We're not leaving! Bishop
: We're not?
: Are we gonna sleep all the way home? Ripley
: All the way home. Newt
: Can I dream? Ripley
: Yes, honey. I think we both can.
[tucks Newt in
: Sleep tight. Newt
: [to Jones, the cat
] And you, you little shit-head... you're staying here.
: [Bishop is puzzled by Ripley's reaction towards him
] Is there a problem? Burke
: I'm sorry. I don't know why I didn't even- Ripley's last trip out, the syn- the artificial person malfunctioned. Ripley
: "Malfunctioned"? Burke
: There were problems and a-a few deaths were involved. Bishop
: I'm shocked. Was it an older model? Burke
: Yeah, the Hyperdine System's 120-A2. Bishop
: Well, that explains it then. The A2s always were a bit twitchy. That could never happen now with our behavioral inhibitors. It is impossible for me to harm or by omission of action, allow to be harmed, a human being.
[the atmosphere processor is due to explode in four hours and kill the stranded survivors
: Well, we've gotta get the other dropship from the Sulaco. There has to be some way of bringing it down on remote. Hudson
: How? The transmitter was on the APC. It's wasted! Ripley
: Well, I don't care how, but we better think of something. We better think of a way. Hudson
: Think of what? We're fucked! Hicks
: Shut up! Hudson
: We're doomed here! Hicks
: SHUT UP!
[Burke greets Ripley at the hospital after she has been rescued from hypersleep
: I'm Burke. Carter Burke. I work for the company. But don't let that fool you, I'm really an okay guy. I'm glad to see you're feeling a little better. They, uh, they tell me that all the weakness and disorientation should pass soon. It's just natural side effects of such an unusually long hypersleep, or something like that. Ripley
: What do you mean? How long was I out there? Burke
] Has no one discussed this with you yet? Ripley
: No. But, I mean, I don't... recognize this place. Burke
: [visibly uncomfortable
] No, I know. Uh, okay, it's just that, uh, this might be a shock to you. It's long... Ripley
: *How* long? Please. Burke
: [after a pause
] Fifty-seven years. Ripley
: [stunned disbelief
] What? Burke
: That's the thing. You were out there for fifty-seven years. What happened was, you had drifted right through the core systems, and it's really just blind luck that a deep salvage team found you when they did. It's one in a thousand, really. I think you're damn lucky to be alive, kiddo. You could be floating out there forever.
: They grab the colonists, they move them over there and they immobilize them to be hosts for more of these. Which would mean that there would have to be a lot of these parasites, right? One for each colonist. That's over a hundred at least. Bishop
: Yes, that follows. Ripley
: But each one of these things comes from an egg, right? So who's laying these eggs? Bishop
: I'm not sure. It must be something we haven't seen yet.
[after Ripley and Newt's narrow rescue by Bishop
: I'm sorry if I scared you. That platform was just becoming too unstable. I had to circle and hope that things didn't get too rough to take you off. Ripley
: Bishop, you did okay. Bishop
: I did? Ripley
: Oh, yeah.
: [pointing to part of gun Hicks is showing her
] What's this? Hicks
: That's the grenade launcher. I don't think you want to mess with that. Ripley
: You started this. Show me everything. I can handle myself. Hicks
] Yeah, I noticed.
: [looking at the colony from a window
] It's very pretty, Bishop, but what are we looking for? Bishop
: [emergency venting goes off
] That's it. Emergency venting. Hudson
: [knows what it is
] Ho, that's beautiful, man. Oh man, that that... that just beats it all... Hicks
: How long 'til it blows? Bishop
: Four hours. With a blast radius of 30 kilometers; equal to about 40 megatons.
: I will never leave you. That's a promise.
: [referring to the doll
] Look, no bad dreams there. Newt
: Ripley, she doesn't have bad dreams because she's just a piece of plastic.
: [after the drop ship crash
] That's great, this is really fuckin' great, man. Now, what the fuck are we supposed to do? We're in some pretty shit now, man. Hicks
: [Grabs him by the shirt
] Are you finished? Newt
: Guess we're not gonna make it, are we? Ripley
: I'm sorry, Newt. Newt
: Don't be sorry, it wasn't your fault. Hudson
: That's it, man. Game over, man. Game over, what the fuck are we supposed to now, huh, what are we gonna do? Burke
: Maybe we can build a fire, sing a couple of songs, huh, how about we try that. Newt
: We gotta get inside. It's gonna be dark soon, and they mostly hunt at night. Mostly.
: Thank you Ripley, that will be all. Ripley
] Goddammit, that's not all! 'Cause if one of those things gets down here then that *will* be all! And all this,
[Ripley grabs up a few pieces of paper
: this *bullshit* you think is so important,
[Ripley tosses the paper, scattering them
: you can just kiss all of that goodbye!
: [Knowing that the Aliens are close, Hicks and Vasquez are welding the door shut
] Movement. Signal's clean. Range, 20 meters. Ripley
: They've found a way in, something we've missed. Hicks
: We didn't miss anything. Hudson
: 17 meters. Ripley
: [Checking the tracker
] Something under the floor, not in the plans, I don't know. Hudson
: 15 meters. Newt
: Ripley. Hicks
: Definitely inside the barricades. Newt
: Let's go. Hudson
: 12 meters. Ripley
: That's right outside the door. Hicks, Vasquez get back. Hudson
: Man, this is a big fuckin' signal. Hicks
: How are we doing Vasquez, talk to me? Vasquez
: Almost there.
[They welded the door shut, and stepped back away from the door
: There right on us. Hicks
: [Waiting for the Aliens
] Remember, short controlled bursts. Hudson
: 9 meters. 7. 6. Ripley
: That can't be; that's inside the room. Hudson
: It's reading right man, look! Hicks
: Then you're not reading *it* right. Hudson
: 5 meters, man. 4. What the hell?
: [after barely surviving the Alien surprise attack
] Okay. We have several canisters of CM-20. I say we go back in there and nerve gas the whole fuckin' nest. Hicks
: It's worth the try, but we don't know if that's gonna affect them. Hudson
: Let's just bug out and call it even, mat! What are we even talking about this for? Ripley
: I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure. Hudson
: Fuckin' A! Burke
: Hold on a second. This installation has a substantial dollar value attached to it. Ripley
: They can *bill* me. Burke
: Okay, I know this is an emotional moment for all of us. I know that. But let's not make snap judgments, please. This is clearly an important species we're dealing with and I don't think that you or I, or *anybody*, has the right to arbitrarily exterminate them. Ripley
: Wrong. Vasquez
: Yeah, watch us. Hudson
: Maybe you haven't been keeping up on current events, but we just got our asses kicked, pal! Burke
: Look. I'm not blind to what is going on, but I cannot authorize that kind of action. I'm sorry. Ripley
: Well, *I* believe that Corporal *Hicks* has authority here. Burke
: *Corporal* Hicks has...? Ripley
: This operation is under military jurisdiction and Hicks is next in the chain of command. Am I right, Corporal? Hicks
: Yeah... yeah, that's right. Burke
: Yeah... look, Ripley, this is a multi-million dollar installation. He can't make that kind of decision. He's just a grunt! Burke
: [to Hicks
] Uh, no offense. Hicks
: None taken.
: [Talking about the facehuggers
] Look, those two specimens are worth millions to the bio-weapons division. Now, if you're smart, we can both come out of it as heroes and we'll be set up for life. Ripley
: You're crazy Burke, you know that? You really think that you can get a dangerous organism like that past ICC quarantine? Burke
: How can they impound it if they don't know about it? Ripley
: Oh they *will* know about it, Burke. From me. Just like they'll know that you were responsible for the deaths if 158 colonists here. Burke
: Wait a second... Ripley
: You sent them to that ship. Burke
: You're wrong. Ripley
: I just checked the colony log. Dated 0-6-1-2-7-9, signed Burke, Carter J. You sent them out there and you didn't even warn them. Why didn't you warn them, Burke? Burke
: Okay, look. What if that ship didn't even exist, huh? Did you ever think about that? I didn't know! So now, if I went in and made a major security issue out of it, everybody steps in. Administration steps in, and there are no exclusive rights for anybody; nobody wins. So I made a decision and it was... wrong. It was a bad call, Ripley, it was a bad call. Ripley
: Bad call?
[Ripley grabs Burke by his vest, shoves him against a wall
: These people are *dead *,Burke! Don't you have any idea what you have done here? Well, I'm gonna make sure they nail you right to the wall for this! You're not gonna sleaze your way out of this one! Right to the wall!
[Ripley lets go of Burke
: Ripley...! You know, I... I expected more from you. I thought you'd be smarter than this. Ripley
: I'm happy to disappoint you.
: You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them fucking each other over for a goddamn percentage.
: Get away from her, you bitch!
: [after the dropship crash
] Okay. Is this everything? Hudson
[putting weapons on the table
: Okay, this is absolutely everything we've salvaged from the APC wreckage. We have 4 M-41A Pulse Rifles, 50 rounds each. That's not good. We have these M-40 grenades.
[seeing Newt touching one of the grenades
: Don't touch that, dangerous, honey. Ripley
: Is that the only flamethrower? Hicks
: Yeah, it's only half-full, but it's functional. The other one is damaged, I don't know about that one.
[Reaching for a box
: But the good news is, that we have these sentry emplacements. Kick-ass, I think they'll come in handy.
: It's very pretty Bishop but what're we looking for. Bishop
: [Pointing at some gas coming from the reactor
] That, right there. Emergency venting. Hudson
: Wow, that's beautiful. That... that tells it all. Hicks
: How long 'till it blows? Bishop
: Four hours. The radius is around 30 kilometers, and it's euqal to around 40 megatons. Hicks
: We got problems. Hudson
: I don't believe this, I don't fucking *believe* this. Hicks
: Vasquez, close the shutters. Ripley
: Why can't we shut it down from here? Bishop
: I'm sorry, the crash just cause too much damage. An overload... is inevitable at this point. Hicks
: Oh, maaaaaan and I was getting short. Four more weeks and out, now I'm going to die on this rock. This ain't fair man. Vasquez
: Give us a break. Hudson
: Four more weeks. Ripley
: Then, we've gotts get the other dropship from the Sulaco. There has to be... a way to bring it down on remote. Hudson
: How? The transmittor was on the APC. It's wasted. Ripley
: I don't care how. We gotta find a way, we gotta think of something. Hudson
: Think of what? We're *fucked*! Hicks
: [shouting over Hudson
] Shut up! Hudson
: We're doomed now... Hicks
: [shouting over hudson
] Shut up!
: What about the Colony transmitter. The radio tower down the other end? Bishop
: No. I've checked. The hardware here and there... is damaged. We can't realign the dish. Ripley
: Well, somebody *has* to go out there. Take a portable terminal and patch it in manually. Hudson
: Oh yeah, sure. With *those* things running around? You can count *me* out. Hicks
: Oh, we can just count you out of *everything*, huh? Hudson
: That's right, man. Unless *you* go, man.
: We were brought to the planet by what our company has told us, and Kane went into this strange ship that we have found there/ But when he came back he had something attached to his face, some kind of parasite. We tried to take it off but it wouldn't come off, but soon it sort of came off all by itself and died. Kane seemed fine, we were all having dinner. I don't know what but that thing must have layed something inside his throat some kind of embryo. Because he was... um he was... Vasquez
: Look, man. I only need to know one thing. Where they are?
[puts up a finger gun and pretends to fire
: Van Leuwin, why don't you just check out LV426? Van Leuwin
: Because I don't have to. There have been people living there for 20 years and they've never complained about any hostile organisms. Ripley
: What do you mean? What people? Van Leuwin
: Terraformers, planet engineers. They go in, set up these big atmosphere processors to make the air breathable. Takes decades. It's what we call a shake-n-bake colony.
: Whenever he says *anything* you say "right," Brett, you know that? Brett
: Right. Ripley
: Parker, what do you think? Your staff just follows you around and says "right". Just like a regular parrot. Parker
] Yeah, shape up. What are you some kind of parrot? Brett
: When we throw the switches, how long before the ship blows? Parker
: Ten minutes. Ripley
: No bullshit? Parker
: We ain't outta here in ten minutes, we won't need no rocket to fly through space.
: Ash, can you hear me? Ash? Ash
: [speaking in an electronic, distorted voice
] Yes, I can hear you. Ripley
: What was your special order? Ash
: You read it. I thought it was clear. Ripley
: What was it? Ash
: Bring back life form. Priority One. All other priorities rescinded. Parker
: The damn company. What about our lives, you son of a bitch? Ash
: I repeat, all other priorities are rescinded. Ripley
: How do we kill it Ash? There's gotta be a way of killing it. How? How do we do it? Ash
: You can't. Parker
: That's bullshit. Ash
: You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? Perfect organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility. Lambert
: You admire it. Ash
: 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. Ash
: [Ripley goes to disconnect Ash, who interrupts
] Last word. Ripley
: What? Ash
: I can't lie to you about your chances, but... you have my sympathies.
: Final report of the commercial starship Nostromo, third officer reporting. The other members of the crew, Kane, Lambert, Parker, Brett, Ash and Captain Dallas, are dead. Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.
[to Jonesy the cat
: Come on, cat.
: This is the worst shit I've ever seen, man. Parker
: What you say? You got any biscuits over there? Ripley
: Here's some cornbread. Parker
: Cornbread. Yeah. Lambert
: I am cold. Parker
: Still with us, Brett? Brett
: Right. Kane
: Oh, I feel dead. Parker
: Anybody ever tell you you look dead, man?
: Something has attached itself to him. We have to get him to the infirmary right away. Ripley
: What kind of thing? I need a clear definition. Dallas
: An organism. Open the hatch. Ripley
: Wait a minute. If we let it in, the ship could be infected. You know the quarantine procedure. Twenty-four hours for decontamination. Dallas
: He could die in twenty-four hours. Open the hatch. Ripley
: Listen to me, if we break quarantine, we could all die. Lambert
: Look, could you open the god-damned hatch? We have to get him inside. Ripley
: No. I can't do that and if you were in my position, you'd do the same. Dallas
: Ripley, this is an order. Open that hatch right now, do you hear me? Ripley
: Yes. Dallas
: Ripley. This is an order. Do you hear me? Ripley
: Yes. I read you. The answer is negative.
: If they find what they're lookin' for out there, that mean we get full shares? Ripley
: Don't worry, Parker, yeah. You'll get whatever's coming to you. Brett
: Look, I'm not gonna do any more work, until we get this straightened out. Ripley
: Brett, you're guaranteed by law to get a share. Parker
: What? Ripley
: Why don't you just fuck off? Parker
: What? Brett
: Uh, what'd you say, Rip? Ripley
: If you have any trouble, I'll be on the bridge.
: Ash, that transmission... Mother's deciphered part of it. It doesn't look like an S.O.S. Ash
: What is it, then? Ripley
: Well, I... it looks like a warning. I'm gonna go out after them. Ash
: What's the point? I mean by the, the time it takes to get there, you'll... they'll know if it's a warning or not, yes?
: That's amazing. What is it? Ash
: Uh, yes, it is. Umm. I don't know yet. Did you want something? Ripley
: Yes, I, uh... have a little talk. How's, uh, how's Kane? Ash
: He's holding, no changes. Ripley
: And, uh, our guest? Ash
: Umm. Ripley
: Hmm? Ash
: Well, as I said, I'm still... collating, actually, but uh, I have confirmed that he's got an outer layer of protein polysaccharides. Has a funny habit of shedding his cells and replacing them with polarized silicon, which gives him a prolonged resistance to adverse environmental conditions. Is that enough? Ripley
: That's plenty. What does it mean?
[Ripley bends down to look through the micro-scanner
: Please don't do that. Thank you. Ripley
: I'm sorry. Ash
: Well, it's an interesting combination of elements making him a... tough little son-of-a-bitch. Ripley
: And you let him in. Ash
: I was obeying a direct order. Remember? Ripley
: Ash. When Dallas and Kane are off the ship, I'm Senior Officer. Ash
: Oh, yes, I forgot. Ripley
: You also forgot the Science Division's basic quarantine law. Ash
: No, that I didn't forget. Ripley
: Oh, I see, you just broke it. Hmm? Ash
: Look, what would you have done with Kane, hmm? You know his only chance of survival was to get him in here. Ripley
: Unfortunately, by, uh, breaking quarantine, you risk everybody's life. Ash
: Maybe I should have left him outside. Maybe I've jeopardized the rest of us, but it was a risk I was willing to take. Ripley
: That's a pretty big risk for a Science Officer. It's, uh, not exactly out of the manual, is it? Ash
: I do take my responsibilities as seriously as you, you know. You do your job and let me do mine, yes?
: Come on, Ash, I mean, the Science Department should be able to help us. What can we do to drive it? Ash
: Yes, well, it's adapted remarkably well to our atmosphere considering its nutritional requirements. The only thing we don't know about is temperature. Ripley
: OK, what about temperature? What happens if we change it? Ash
: Let's try it. I mean most animals retreat from fire, yes? Dallas
: Fire, yeah.
: Ash. Any suggestions from you or Mother? Ash
: No, we're still collating. Ripley
: [laughing in disbelief
] You're what? You're still collating? I find that hard to believe. Ash
: What would you like me to do? Ripley
: Just what you've been doing, Ash, nothing.
[Ripley has tried in vain to disengage the Nostromo's self-destruct
: Mother! I've turned the cooling unit back on. Mother! Mother
: The ship will automatically destruct in "T" minus five minutes. Ripley
: You... BITCH!
[smashes computer monitor with flamethrower
: Micro changes in air density, my ass.
: What's it key off? Ash
: Micro changes in air density.
: This is commercial towing vehicle Nostromo out of the Solomons, registration number 1-8-0-niner-2-4-6-0-niner. Calling Antarctica traffic control. Do you read me? Over.
: Well... some of you may have figured out we're not home yet, we're only half way there. Mother's interrupted the course of our journey. She's programmed to do that should certain conditions arise. They have. It seems that she has... intercepted a transmission of unknown origin. She got us up to check it out. Ripley
: A transmission? Out here? Lambert
: What kind of a transmission? Dallas
: Acoustical beacon. It, uh... repeats at intervals of 12 seconds. Kane
: S.O.S.? Dallas
: I don't know. Ripley
: Human? Dallas
: Did you ever ship out with Ash before? Dallas
: I went out five times with another science officer. They replaced him two days before we left Thedus with Ash. Hmm? Ripley
: I don't trust him. Dallas
: Well, I don't trust anybody.
: [nervously eyeing Alien while she pushes buttons
] You are my lucky star. You... Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky.
: Will you listen to me, Parker? Shut up! Parker
: Let's hear it. Let's hear it. Ripley
: It's using the air shafts. Parker
: You don't know that. Ripley
: That's the only way. We'll move in pairs. We'll go step by step and cut off every bulkhead and every vent until we have it cornered. And then we'll blow it the fuck out into space! Is that acceptable to you?
: Ripley, for God's sake, this is the first time that we've encountered a species like this. It has to go back. All sorts of tests have to be made. Ripley
: Ash, are you kidding? This thing bled acid. Who knows what it's gonna do when it's dead? Ash
: I think it's safe to assume it isn't a zombie.
: Open the door!
[Director's Cut only
: [slapping Ripley
] You bitch! Brett
: Easy! Parker
: Hey! Hey! Lambert
: You were gonna leave us out there! Dallas
: Alright. Ripley, when I give an order I expect to be obeyed. Ripley
: Even if it's against the law? Dallas
: You're goddamn right!
: Well, how about a little something to lower your spirits? Dallas
: Thrill me, would ya? Lambert
: Well, based on my calculations, based on time spent getting to and from the planet... Dallas
: Just give me the short version, how far to Earth? Lambert
: Ten months. Ripley
: Oh god.
: Dillon and the rest of the alternative people, embraced religion, as it were, about five years ago. Tincture? Ripley
: I'm on medication. Clemens
: Hardly. Ripley
: What kind of religion? Clemens
: Some sort of apocalyptic, millenarian, Christian fundamentalist, uh... Ripley
: Right. Clemens
: Exactly. Point is, when the company wanted to close the facility down, Dillon and the rest of the converts wanted to stay. And they were allowed to remain as custodians with two minders and a medical officer. And here we are. Ripley
: How did you get this wonderful assignment? Clemens
: How do you like your new haircut? Ripley
: It's okay. Clemens
: Now that I've gone out on a limb for you with Andrews, damaged my already less-than-perfect relationship with that good man and briefed you on the humdrum history of Fury 161; can you not tell me what you were looking for in the girl?
: Are you attracted to me? Clemens
: In what way? Ripley
: In that way. Clemens
: Very direct. Ripley
: I've been out here a long time.
: Why should we put our ass on the line for you? Ripley
: Your ass is already on the line. The only question is, what're you gonna do about it?
[Ripley is looking for the alien
: Don't be afraid, I'm part of the family.
: This is a maximum security prison, and you have no weapons of any kind? Andrews
: We have some carving knives in the abattoir, a few more in the mess hall. Some fire axes scattered about the place - nothing terribly formidable. Ripley
: That's all? Andrews
: We're on the honor system. Ripley
: Then we're fucked.
[Ripley gets out of bed naked
: Wanna get me some clothes, or should I just go like this? Clemens
: Given the nature of our indigenous population, I would suggest clothes. None of them have seen a woman in years.
[under his breath
: Neither have I, for that matter.
: Let me see if I have this correct, Lieutenant - it's an 8-foot creature of some kind with acid for blood, and it arrived on your spaceship. It kills on sight, and is generally unpleasant. And of course, you expect me accept all this on your word. Ripley
: No. I don't expect anything. Andrews
: Quite a story, Mr Aaron. Aaron
: Right sir, it's a beauty. Never heard anything quite like it, sir. Andrews
: Expect not.
[all the prisoners call Aaron "85"
: What's this "eighty-five" thing? David
: A couple of us sneaked a look at his personnel file the day he arrived. It's his IQ.
[to the Alien
: You've been in my life so long, I can't remember anything else.
: Do you have any faith, sister? Ripley
: Not much. Dillon
: Well, we've got a lot of faith here. Enough even for you. Ripley
: I thought women weren't allowed. Dillon
: Well, we've never had any before. But we tolerate anybody. Even the intolerable.
: We waste this thing, then you take care of me. Dillon
: No problem. Quick, easy and painless!
[the prisoners hesitate to go against the alien and ask why they can't wait for the company to bring them some guns
: Because they won't kill it. They might kill you just for having seen it but they're not gonna kill it. Aaron
: That is crazy! That is horse shit! They will not kill *us*! Ripley
: When they first heard about this thing, it was "crew expendable". The next time they sent in marines - they were expendable too. What makes you think they're gonna care about a bunch of lifers who found God at the ass-end of space? You really think they're gonna let you interfere with their plans for this thing? They think we're - we're crud. And they don't give a fuck about one friend of yours that's - that's died. Not one.
: How 'bout leveling with me? Well, when I asked how you got assigned here you avoided the question. And then when I asked about the prison ID tattooed on the back of your head you ducked me again. Clemens
: It's a long, sad story. And more than a little melodramatic. Ripley
: Try me. Clemens
] If you insist. After my student years, despite the fact that I had become secretly addicted to morphine, I was considered to be most promising. A man with a future. Then during my first residency I did a thirty-six hour stretch on an ER. So I went out and I got more than a little drunk. Then I got called back. Boiler had blown on a fuel plant and there were thirty casualties. And eleven of them died. Not as a result of the accident but because I prescribed the wrong dosage of painkiller. And I got seven years in prison and my licence reduced to a 3C.
: At least I got off the morphine.
: Dillon? Dillon
: I've gotta hold it here. Ripley
: What about me? Dillon
: God will take care of you now, sister!
: [playback of a recording, interrupted by static
] Ash, Captain Dallas are dead. Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.
: Do we have the capacity to make fire? Most humans have enjoyed that privilege since the stone age. Aaron
: [looking nervous and uneasy
] No need to be sarcastic.
: I'm staying! Dillon
: Bullshit! There's gonna be ten tons of hot lead in here! Ripley
: I keep telling you I want to die! Dillon
: [Dillon grabs Ripley from behind
] We got a deal, remember? It dies first, *then* you! I'm not gonna move without you! Now get going!
: I just wanted to, um, say thanks for what you said at the funeral. My friends would have appreciated it. Dillon
: Yeah, well you don't wanna know me, lady. I'm a murderer and rapist of women. Ripley
: Well, I guess I must make you nervous.
: We're 25 prisoners in this facility. All double-Y chromos. All thieves, rapists, murderers, child-molesters. All scum. Just because they have taken on religion doesn't make them any less dangerous. I try not to offend their convictions. I don't want to upset the order. I don't want ripples in the water. And I don't want a woman walking around, giving them ideas... Ripley
: I see. For my own personal safety... Andrews
: 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?
: Who do I have to fuck to get off this boat? Johner
: I can get you off. Maybe not the boat.
: Hey, Ripley. I heard you, like, ran into these things before? Ripley
: That's right. Johner
: Wow, man. So, like, what did you do? Ripley
: I died.
] What's in-fucking-side me? Ripley
: There's a monster in your chest. These guys hijacked your ship, and they sold your cryo tube to this... human. And he put an alien inside of you. It's a really nasty one. And in a few hours it's gonna burst through your ribcage, and you're gonna die. Any questions? Purvis
: Who are you? Ripley
] I'm the monster's mother.
: I thought you were dead Ripley
: Yeah, I get that a lot.
: I think you will find that, uh, things have changed a great deal since your time. Ripley
: I doubt that.
: You can't fly one of these things too, can you? Ripley
: Are you kidding? This piece of shit is even older than I am.
: Does it grow? Dr. Gediman
: Yeah. Very rapidly. Ripley
: It's a queen. Dr. Gediman
: How did you know that? Ripley
: She'll breed. You'll die. Everyone in the company will die.
] My mommy always said there were no monsters. No real ones. But there are.
] 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.
: You did it. You saved the Earth.
: [after discovering Call is a robot
] You're a robot? Johner
: Son of a bitch! Our little Call's just full of surprises. Ripley
: I should have known. No human being is that humane.
: ["Aliens" sketch, the humans are trapped
] OK. Whatever it is, it's coming down that elevator. So, when the doors open; open fire and don't stop until it's dead! Here it comes!
[elevator doors open, soldiers start shooting
: Oh, my God!
[ET falls out of the elevator
: Man, we're really screwed now! We killed ET, man! What are we going to do! Ripley
: OK, OK. We got to think of a story. Uh, hand me that gun. OK. ET came in, he was drunk and waving this pistol -
[puts gun in ET's hand
: - and then he started shooting and we had to kill him in self defense.