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: Hicks, meet me at the south lock. We're coming in. Corporal Hicks
: Roger. Private Hudson
: [to Vasquez
] He's comin' in. I feel safer already. Private Vasquez
: Pendejo jerk off...
: Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man? Private Vasquez
: No. Have you?
: You always were an asshole, Gorman!
: Hey, mira, who's Snow White? Corporal Ferro
: She's supposed to be some kinda consultant. Apparently she saw an alien once. Private Hudson
: Whoopee-fuckin'-do. Hey, I'm impressed.
: Look, man. I only need to know one thing: where they are. Private Drake
: Go, Vasquez. Kick ass. Private Vasquez
: Anytime, anywhere, man! Private Hudson
: Right, right. Somebody said "alien" she thought they said "illegal alien" and signed up! Private Vasquez
: Fuck you, man! Private Hudson
: Anytime, anywhere.
[only in special edition
[discussing where the eggs come from
] Private Hudson
: Maybe it's like an ant-hive? Private Vasquez
: Bees, man. Bees have hives!
: How many drops is this for you, Lieutenant? Lieutenant Gorman
: Thirty eight... simulated. Private Vasquez
: How many *combat* drops? Lieutenant Gorman
: Uh, two. Including this one. Private Drake
: Shit. Private Hudson
: Oh, man...
: Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast!
: LET'S ROCK!
: [knowing that the Aliens are close, Hicks and Vasquez are welding the door shut
] Movement. Signal's clean. Range, twenty meters. Ripley
: They've found a way in, something we've missed. Corporal Hicks
: We didn't miss anything. Private Hudson
: Seventeen meters. Ripley
: [checking the tracker
] Something under the floor, not in the plans, I don't know. Private Hudson
: Fifteen meters. Newt
: Ripley. Corporal Hicks
: Definitely inside the barricades. Newt
: Let's go. Private Hudson
: Tweleve meters. Ripley
: That's right outside the door. Hicks, Vasquez get back. Private Hudson
: Man, this is a big fuckin' signal. Corporal Hicks
: How are we doing, Vasquez? Talk to me. Private Vasquez
: Almost there.
[they weld the door shut and step back away from the door
] Private Vasquez
: They're right on us. Corporal Hicks
: Remember: short, controlled bursts. Private Hudson
: Nine meters. Seven. Six. Ripley
: That can't be; that's inside the room. Private Hudson
: It's reading right man, look! Corporal Hicks
: Then you're not reading *it* right. Private Hudson
: Five meters, man. Four. What the hell?
: [after barely surviving the alien surprise attack
] All right. We got seven canisters of CM-20. I say we roll them in there and nerve gas the whole fuckin' nest. Corporal Hicks
: It's worth the try, but we don't know if that's gonna affect them. Private Hudson
: Look let's just bug out and call it even, okay? 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. Private Hudson
: Fuckin' A! Burke
: Hold on, hold on just 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, 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
: [laughs feebly
] Wrong. Private Vasquez
: Yeah. Watch us. Private Hudson
: Hey, 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's 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 chain of command. Am I right, Corporal? Corporal Hicks
: Yeah... yeah, that's right. Burke
: Yeah... Look, Ripley, this is a multi-million dollar installation, okay? He can't make that kind of decision. He's just a grunt! Uh, no offense. Corporal Hicks
] None taken. Corporal Hicks
: [into headset
] Ferro, do you copy? Corporal Ferro
: [on comms
] Standing by. Corporal Hicks
: Prepare for dust-off. We're gonna need immediate evac. Corporal Ferro
: [on comms
] Roger. On our way. Corporal Hicks
: I say we take off, nuke the site from orbit.
[looks to Ripley
] Corporal Hicks
: It's the only way to be sure.
: It's very pretty Bishop but what're we looking for? Bishop
: [pointing at gas coming from the reactor
] That's it. The emergency venting. Private Hudson
: Oh, that's beautiful, man. Oh man, that-that-that just beats it all. Corporal Hicks
: How long till it blows? Bishop
: Four hours. With a blast radius of thirty kilometers, equal to about forty megatons. Corporal Hicks
: We got problems. Private Hudson
: I don't believe this. I don't fucking *believe* this! Corporal Hicks
: Vasquez, close the shutters. Ripley
: Why can't we shut it down from here? Bishop
: I'm sorry, the crash caused too much damage. An overload... is inevitable at this point. Private Hudson
: Oh, man... and I was getting short. Four more weeks and out. Now I'm going to bite it on this rock. It ain't fair, man! Private Vasquez
: Hudson, give us a break! Private Hudson
: Four more weeks. Oh, man... Ripley
: Well, we gotta get the other dropship from the Sulaco. I mean, there must be some way of bringing it down on remote. Private 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. Private Hudson
: Think of what? We're *fucked*! Corporal Hicks
: [shouting over Hudson
] Shut up! Private Hudson
: We're doomed!