Alien: Resurrection (1997)
Johner: 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.
Annalee Call: Father's dead, asshole. Intruder on level one. All aliens, please proceed to level one.
Ripley: 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.
Annalee Call: [about Earth] It's beautiful.
Annalee Call: I didn't expect it to be. What happens now?
Ripley: I don't know. I'm a stranger here myself.
[a soldier prods Johner in the back with a rifle. Johner spins and snatches it away in an eyeblink]
Johner: Don't ever touch me!
[returns it just as fast]
Purvis: [shouting] 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: [smiles] I'm the monster's mother.
Johner: Don't push me, little Call. You hang with us for a while, you'll find out I am not the man with whom to fuck!
Johner: I'm not the mechanic here, Ironsides! I mostly just hurt people!
[when the Betty hits Earth's atmosphere]
Johner: What's burning?
Johner: Shit! You're right!
Annalee Call: You're a thing, a construct. They grew you in a fucking lab.
Ripley: 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?
Annalee Call: Jesus Christ, Johner, what do you put in this shit, battery acid?
Johner: Just for color.
Dr. Wren: I think you will find that, uh, things have changed a great deal since your time.
Ripley: I doubt that.
Johner: 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.
Ripley: [voiceover] My mommy always said there were no monsters. No real ones. But there are.
Johner: Well, I say if we wanna make any decent time, I say we ditch the cripple.
Johner: No offense, man.
Vriess: [giving him the finger] None taken!
Ripley: [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.
[the Newborn Alien slowly dies by being sucked out of the Betty and into space]
Ripley: [tearfully] I'm sorry.
Johner: What's the big deal, man? Fuckin' waste of ammo.
Christie: Let's go.
Johner: Must be a chick thing.
Johner: Hey, Vriess, you got a socket wrench? Maybe she just needs an oil change. Can't believe I almost fucked it.
Vriess: Yeah, like you never fucked a robot.
Elgyn: Hey, son, I'll give ya my authorization code. It's E-A, T-M, E.
Annalee Call: He is breeding an alien species. More than dangerous. If those things get loose, it's gonna make the Lacerta Plague look like a fucking square dance!
General Perez: Ellen Ripley died trying to wipe this species out. For all intents and purposes, she succeeded!
Dr. Gediman: [after watching the massacre in the mess hall] Security! There is a serious problem in the mess hall!
Dr. Wren: Then this little synthetic bitch is gonna plug into the Auriga, and she is gonna take us right back to home base, according to the standard emergency procedures.
Annalee Call: No, she's not!
Distephano: Are you crazy? You still wanna bring those things back to Earth?
Johner: Haven't you been payin' attention today?
Dr. Wren: Ah, the intellectual speaks.
Vriess: [Strapped to Christie's back, about to traverse the flooded kitchen] Hey Christie, do me a favour. When we hit the surface on the other side, no backstroke, okay!
Johner: Right, you're the "new model" droid. You can access the mainframe by remote.
Annalee Call: No, I can't. I burned my modem. We all did.
[when the Alien "baby" emerges from the Queen's womb]
Dr. Gediman: You are... a beautiful, beautiful, butterfly.
Annalee Call: [about leaving Ripley, who has just been sucked into the alien lair, behind] It's not right!
Purvis: I've been saying that all day.
Johner: I thought synthetics were supposed to be all logical and shit. You're just a big ol' psycho girl!
Dr. Gediman: In the... In the Company?
Dr. Wren: Weyland-Yutani, Ripley's former employer. Terran growth conglomerate. They had defense contracts with the military. Oh they went under decades ago Gediman, way before your time. Bought out by Walmart. Fortunes of war.