Lance Henriksen: Bishop
Ripley : Well, somebody's gonna have to go out there. Take a portable terminal, go out there and patch in manually.
Private Hudson : Oh yeah, sure! With those things runnin' around? You can count me out.
Corporal Hicks : Yeah, I guess we can just count you out of everything, Hudson.
Bishop : [speaking under Hicks] I'll go.
Private Hudson : That's right, man.
Bishop : I'll go.
Private Hudson : Hey, why don't *you* go, man!
Bishop : [more loudly] I'll go.
Ripley : What?
Bishop : I'll go. I mean, I'm the only one qualified to remote-pilot the ship anyway.
Private Hudson : Yeah right, man, Bishop should go.
[Vasquez looks at Hudson with disgust]
Private Hudson : Good idea!
Bishop : Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.
Bishop : [puzzled by Ripley's reaction towards him] Is there a problem?
Burke : I'm sorry. I don't know why I didn't even... Ripley's last trip out, the syn- the artificial person malfunctioned.
Ripley : "Malfunctioned"?
Burke : There were problems and a-a few deaths were involved.
Bishop : I'm shocked. Was it an older model?
Burke : Yeah, the Hyperdine System's 120-A2.
Bishop : Well, that explains it then. The A2s always were a bit twitchy. That could never happen now with our behavioral inhibitors. It is impossible for me to harm or by omission of action, allow to be harmed, a human being.
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.
Bishop : [echoing a compliment Ripley paid to him] Not bad for a human.
Ripley : They grab the colonists, they move them over there and they immobilize them to be hosts for more of these. Which would mean that there would have to be a lot of these parasites, right? One for each colonist. That's over a hundred at least.
Bishop : Yes, that follows.
Ripley : But each one of these things comes from an egg, right? So who's laying these eggs?
Bishop : I'm not sure. It must be something we haven't seen yet.
Ripley : 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!
[Bishop reads a medical chart describing the captured facehugger]
Bishop : "Surgically removed before embryo implantation. Subject: Marachek, John J., died during the procedure." They killed him taking it off.
Bishop : [to Ripley] I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.