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Lt. Gorman (Character)
from Aliens (1986)

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Aliens (1986)
Lieutenant Gorman: 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...

Ripley: Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire?
Lieutenant Gorman: 10 millimeter explosive tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing rounds. Why?
Ripley: Well, look where your team is. They're right under the primary heat exchangers.
Lieutenant Gorman: So?
Ripley: So, if they fire their weapons in there, won't they rupture the cooling system?
Burke: [interjecting] Ho, ho, ho. Yeah, she's absolutely right.
Lieutenant Gorman: So? So what?
Burke: Look, this whole station is basically a big fusion reactor, right? So you're talkin' about a thermonuclear explosion and adiós, muchachos.
Lieutenant Gorman: Oh, great. Wonderful. Shit!

Private Hudson: 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.

Lieutenant Gorman: [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]
Ripley: [to Burke in an accusatory tone] You never said anything about an android being on board! Why not?
Burke: Pff, it never... never occurred to me. It's just common practice. We always have a synthetic on board.
Bishop: I prefer the term "Artificial Person" myself.

Ripley: 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...

Lieutenant Gorman: Drake, check your camera. There seems to be a malfunction.
[Drake smacks his head and camera against a nearby support, the picture clears]
Lieutenant Gorman: That's better.

Lieutenant Gorman: Any questions?
[Hudson raises his hand]
Lieutenant Gorman: What is it, Private?
Private Hudson: How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?
Sergeant Apone: You secure that shit, Hudson!

Lieutenant Gorman: [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?

Lieutenant Gorman: All right. Drake, this way. We should be able to cut through the Med-Lab to Operations.

Lieutenant Gorman: [to Apone over the mic while the aliens are attacking the marines] I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with the incinerators and fall back by squads to the APC, over.
Sergeant Apone: Say again? All after incinerators?
Lieutenant Gorman: [irritated] I said I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with the incinerators and fall back by squads to the APC...
[an alien sneaks up behind Apone and attacks him, his screams heard over the mic while his video feed goes dead]
Lieutenant Gorman: Apone... talk to me.
[more insistent]
Lieutenant Gorman: Apone, talk to me...
Ripley: He's gone!

Lieutenant Gorman: Ripley, what the *hell* are you doing?

Lieutenant Gorman: All right, let's see what we can see.