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[pulling out his pump-action shotgun
] Corporal Hicks
: I like to keep this handy... for close encounters. Private Frost
: I heard *that*.
: Sir? Lieutenant Gorman
: What is it, Hicks? Private Hudson
: Hudson, sir. He's Hicks.
[signals to Hicks
] Lieutenant Gorman
: What's the question? Private Hudson
: Is this gonna be a standup fight, sir, or another bug hunt? Lieutenant Gorman
: All we know is that there's still no contact with the colony and that a xenomorph may be involved. Private Frost
: Excuse me, sir, a-a what? Lieutenant Gorman
: A xenomorph. Corporal Hicks
: It's a bug hunt.
: Hot as hell in here. Private Hudson
: Yeah man, but it's a dry heat!
: Looks like the new lieutenant's too good to eat with the rest of us grunts. Private Frost
: Boy's definitely got a corncob up his ass.
[Ripley slaps away the tray of food Bishop offers her
] Private Frost
: I guess she don't like the cornbread, either.
: Man, I'm telling you, I got a bad feeling about this drop. Private Crowe
: You always say that, Frost. You always say, "I got a bad feeling about this drop." Private Frost
: Okay, okay. When we get back without you, I'll call your folks.
: Hey, I sure wouldn't mind getting some more of that Arcturian poontang! Remember that time? Private Spunkmeyer
: Yeah, Frost, but the one that you had was a male! Private Frost
: It doesn't matter when it's Arcturian, baby!
: [reading a motion detector
] I got signals. I got readings, in front and behind. Private Frost
: Where, man? I don't see shit. Corporal Hicks
: He's right. There's nothin' back here. Private Hudson
: Look, I'm telling ya, there's somethin' movin' and it ain't us! Tracker's off scale, man. They're all around us, man. Jesus! Corporal Dietrich
: Maybe they don't show up on infrared at all...
[an alien pounces on her and drags her up to the ceiling
: [during breakfast
] What's this crap supposed to be? Private Frost
: Cornbread, I think. Corporal Hicks
: It's good for you, boy. Eat it.
: [to Apone over the radio
] Look, uh, Apone.
[Apone snaps his fingers, bringing his troops to a halt
] Lieutenant Gorman
: Look, we can't have any firing in there. I, uh... I want you to collect magazines from everybody. Private Hudson
: Is he fuckin' crazy? Private Frost
: What the hell are we supposed to use, man, harsh language?