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: [looks at a pen being dissolved by alien's body fluid
] I haven't seen anything like that except, uh, molecular acid. Brett
: It must be using it for blood. Parker
: It's got a wonderful defense mechanism. You don't dare kill it.
: 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
: 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?
: Uh, before we dock, I think we oughta discuss the bonus situation. Brett
: Right. Parker
: Brett and I, we think we oughta... we deserve full shares, right baby? Brett
: Right. You see, Mr. Parker and I feel that the bonus situation has never been on a-an equitable level. Dallas
: Well, you get what you're contracted for like everybody else. Brett
: Yes, but everybody else, uh, gets more than us.
: 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.
: Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Meow. Here, Jonesy.
: [realizing Nostromo has changed its course and they have to investigate
] Well, so what? Kane
: Well, we are obligated under section eight... Parker
: I hate to bring this up but, uh, this a commercial ship, not a rescue ship... Brett
: Right. Parker
: ...and it's not in my contract to do this kind of duty. Now what about the money? If you wanna give me some money to do it, I'll be happy to, uh, t-to, you know, oblige. Brett
: The man's right. Dallas
: Parker... Parker
: Let's go over the bonus situation. We haven't... Can we just talk about the bonus situation? Ash
: I'm sorry, can I say something? Parker
: Let's talk about the bonus more. Ash
: There is a clause in the contract which specifically states any systematized transmission indicating a possible intelligent origin must be investigated. Parker
: I don't wanna hear it... Brett
: We don't know if it's intelligent. Parker
: I wanna go home and party. Dallas
: Parker, will you just listen to the man? Ash
: On penalty of total forfeiture of shares. No money. Dallas
: You got that? Parker
] Well, yeah. Dallas
: All right, we're going in. Parker
: [to Brett
] Yeah, we're going in, aren't we?
[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!
[Kane wakes up from his comatose state
: How ya doin'? Kane
: Terrific. Next silly question?
[they laugh, Ash hands him a cup of water
: Oh, thank you. Dallas
: You remember anything about the planet?
[Kane shakes his head
: What's the last thing you do remember? Huh? Kane
: I remember some... horrible dream about... smothering? I don't know... Anyway, where are we? Dallas
: We're right here. Ripley
: We're on our way home! Brett
: Yeah, back to the ole freezerinos. Ahaha.