Ricco Ross: Private Frost
[Ripley slaps away the tray of food Bishop offers her]
Private Frost : I guess she don't like the cornbread, either.
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?
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.
Private Hudson : [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]