- Ripley: You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them fucking each other over for a goddamn percentage.
- Ripley: They cut the power.
- Private Hudson: What do you mean *they* cut the power? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!
- Private Hudson: [after the drop ship crash] Well, that's great. That's just fuckin' great, man! Now what the fuck are we supposed to do? We're in some real pretty shit now, man!
- Corporal Hicks: [grabs him by the shirt] Are you finished?
- Newt: I guess we're not gonna be leaving now, right?
- Ripley: I'm sorry, Newt.
- Newt: You don't have to be sorry. It wasn't your fault.
- Private Hudson: That's it, man. Game over, man. Game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?
- Burke: Maybe we can build a fire, sing a couple of songs, huh? Why don't we try that?
- Newt: We'd better get back 'cause it'll be dark soon and they mostly come at night. Mostly.
- Ripley: How long after we're declared overdue can we expect a rescue?
- Corporal Hicks: [pause] Seventeen days.
- Private Hudson: Seventeen *days*? Hey man, I don't wanna rain on your parade, but we're not gonna last seventeen hours! Those things are gonna come in here just like they did before. And they're gonna come in here...
- Ripley: Hudson!
- Private Hudson: ...and they're gonna come in here AND THEY'RE GONNA GET US!
- Ripley: Hudson! This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training.
- [to Newt]
- Ripley: Right?
- [Newt apes a salute]
- Private Hudson: Why don't you put *her* in charge?
- Private Vasquez: [after barely surviving the alien surprise attack] All right. We got seven canisters of CM-20. I say we roll them in there and nerve gas the whole fuckin' nest.
- Corporal Hicks: It's worth the try, but we don't know if that's gonna affect them.
- Private Hudson: Look let's just bug out and call it even, okay? What are we even talking about this for?
- Ripley: I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
- Private Hudson: Fuckin' A!
- Burke: Hold on, hold on just a second. This installation has a substantial dollar value attached to it.
- Ripley: They can *bill* me.
- Burke: Okay, I know this is an emotional moment for all of us, okay? I know that. But let's not make snap judgments, please. This is clearly... clearly an important species we're dealing with and I don't think that you or I, or *anybody*, has the right to arbitrarily exterminate them.
- Ripley: [laughs feebly] Wrong.
- Private Vasquez: Yeah. Watch us.
- Private Hudson: Hey, maybe you haven't been keeping up on current events, but we just got our asses kicked, pal!
- Burke: Look. I'm not blind to what's going on, but I cannot authorize that kind of action. I'm sorry.
- Ripley: Well, I believe that Corporal Hicks... has authority here.
- Burke: *Corporal* Hicks has...
- Ripley: This operation is under military jurisdiction and Hicks is next in chain of command. Am I right, Corporal?
- Corporal Hicks: Yeah... yeah, that's right.
- Burke: Yeah... Look, Ripley, this is a multi-million dollar installation, okay? He can't make that kind of decision. He's just a grunt! Uh, no offense.
- Corporal Hicks: [coldly] None taken.
- Corporal Hicks: [into headset] Ferro, do you copy?
- Corporal Ferro: [on comms] Standing by.
- Corporal Hicks: Prepare for dust-off. We're gonna need immediate evac.
- Corporal Ferro: [on comms] Roger. On our way.
- Corporal Hicks: I say we take off, nuke the site from orbit.
- [looks to Ripley]
- Corporal Hicks: It's the only way to be sure.
- [Ripley smiles]
- Sergeant Apone: [after the briefing] All right sweethearts, you heard the man and you know the drill. Assholes and elbows! Hudson, come here! Come *here*!
- Sergeant Apone: All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the Corps! A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm. Every meal's a banquet! Every paycheck a fortune! Every formation a parade! I *love* the Corps!
- Burke: [about the facehuggers] Look, those two specimens are worth millions to the bio-weapons division. Now, if you're smart, we can both come out of it as heroes and we'll be set up for life.
- Ripley: You're crazy Burke, you know that? You really think that you can get a dangerous organism like that past ICC quarantine?
- Burke: How can they impound it if they don't know about it?
- Ripley: Oh, they *will* know about it, Burke, from me. Just like they'll know that you were responsible for the deaths of 158 colonists here.
- Burke: Wait a second...
- Ripley: You sent them to that ship.
- Burke: You're wrong.
- Ripley: I just checked the colony log. Dated 0-6-1-2-7-9, signed Burke, Carter J. You sent them out there and you didn't even warn them. Why didn't you warn them, Burke?
- Burke: Okay, look. What if that ship didn't even exist, huh? Did you ever think about that? I didn't know! So now, if I went in and made a major security issue out of it, everybody steps in. Administration steps in, and there are no exclusive rights for anybody; nobody wins. So I made a decision and it was... wrong. It was a bad call, Ripley. It was a bad call.
- Ripley: Bad call?
- [Ripley grabs Burke by his vest and shoves him against a wall]
- Ripley: These people are *dead*, Burke! Don't you have any idea what you have done here? Well, I'm gonna make sure they nail you right to the wall for this! You're not gonna sleaze your way out of this one! Right to the wall!
- [Ripley lets go of Burke]
- Burke: Ripley...! You know, I... I expected more from you. I thought you'd be smarter than this.
- Ripley: I'm happy to disappoint you.
- [Ripley leaves]
- 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...
- Private Hudson: Hey, maybe you haven't been keeping up on current events, but we just got our asses kicked, pal!
- Private Vasquez: Look, man. I only need to know one thing: where they are.
- Private Drake: Go, Vasquez. Kick ass.
- Private Vasquez: Anytime, anywhere, man!
- Private Hudson: Right, right. Somebody said "alien" she thought they said "illegal alien" and signed up!
- Private Vasquez: Fuck you, man!
- Private Hudson: Anytime, anywhere.
- 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.
- Private Hudson: Man, this floor is freezing.
- Sergeant Apone: What do you want me to do, fetch your slippers for you?
- Private Hudson: Gee, would you, sir? I'd like that.
- [Apone pulls down the skin under his left eye with middle finger]
- Sergeant Apone: Look into my eye.
- [the Marines are all hard at work, preparing for the drop]
- Ripley: Hey, I feel like kind of a fifth wheel around here. Is there anything I can do?
- Sergeant Apone: I don't know, is there anything you can do?
- Ripley: ...Well, I can drive that loader. I have a Class-2 rating.
- Sergeant Apone: Be my guest.
- [Ripley mounts the second loader, activates it, then casually drives it to pick up a cargo container]
- Ripley: [nonchalantly] Where do you want it?
- [Hicks grins, and Apone booms with laughter]
- Sergeant Apone: Bay Twelve, please.
- 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 Hyperdyne Systems 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: 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...
- 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!
- Private Hudson: [puts his rifle against Burke's head] I say we grease this rat-fuck son-of-a-bitch right now.
- Corporal Hicks: It just doesn't make any goddamn sense.
- Ripley: He figured that he could get an alien back through quarantine, if one of us was... impregnated... whatever you call it, and then frozen for the trip home. Nobody would know about the embryos we were carrying... me and Newt.
- Corporal Hicks: Wait a minute, now... we'd all know.
- Ripley: Yes. The only way he could do it is if he sabotaged certain freezers on the way home... namely, yours. Then he could jettison the bodies and make up any story he liked.
- Private Hudson: Fuck. He's dead. You're dog-meat, pal!
- Burke: This is so nuts. I mean, listen - listen to what you're saying. It's paranoid delusion. How - It's really sad. It's pathetic.
- Ripley: You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them fucking each other over for a goddamn percentage.
- Corporal Hicks: All right, we waste him. No offense.
- Ripley: No. He's gotta go back.
- 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 slaps away the tray of food Bishop offers her]
- Private Frost: I guess she don't like the cornbread, either.
- [special edition]
- [during the drop to LV-426]
- Private Hudson: I'm ready, man, check it out. I am the *ultimate* badass! State of the badass art! You do not wanna fuck with me. Check it out! Hey Ripley, don't worry. Me and my squad of ultimate badasses will protect you! Check it out! Independently targeting particle beam phalanx. Vwap! Fry half a city with this puppy. We got tactical smart missiles, phased plasma pulse rifles, RPGs, we got sonic electronic ball breakers! We got nukes, we got knives, sharp sticks...
- Sergeant Apone: Knock it off, Hudson. All right, gear up.
- [pulling out his pump-action shotgun]
- Corporal Hicks: I like to keep this handy... for close encounters.
- Private Frost: I heard *that*.
- [Burke greets Ripley at the hospital after she has been rescued from hypersleep]
- Burke: I'm Burke. Carter Burke. I work for the company. But don't let that fool you, I'm really an okay guy. I'm glad to see you're feeling a little better. They, uh, they tell me that all the weakness and disorientation should pass soon. It's just natural side effects of such an unusually long hypersleep, or something like that.
- Ripley: What do you mean? How long was I out there?
- Burke: [stunned] Has no one discussed this with you yet?
- Ripley: No. But, I mean, I don't... recognize this place.
- Burke: [visibly uncomfortable] No, I know. Uh, okay, it's just that, uh, this might be a shock to you. It's long...
- Ripley: *How* long? Please.
- Burke: [after a pause] Fifty-seven years.
- Ripley: [stunned disbelief] What?
- Burke: That's the thing. You were out there for fifty-seven years. What happened was, you had drifted right through the core systems, and it's really just blind luck that a deep salvage team found you when they did. It's one in a thousand, really. I think you're damn lucky to be alive, kiddo. You could be floating out there forever.
- Ripley: See you, Hicks.
- Corporal Hicks: Dwayne. It's Dwayne.
- Ripley: ...Ellen.
- Corporal Hicks: [smiles weakly] Don't be gone long, Ellen.
- 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?
- 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.
- Van Leuwin: Thank you Ripley, that will be all.
- Ripley: [aggravated] Goddammit, that's *not* all! 'Cause if one of those things gets down here then that *will* be all! And all this...
- [Ripley grabs up a few pieces of paper]
- Ripley: This *bullshit* you think is so important...
- [Ripley tosses the paper, scattering them]
- Ripley: You can just kiss all of that goodbye!
- [only in special edition]
- [discussing where the eggs come from]
- Private Hudson: Maybe it's like an ant-hive?
- Private Vasquez: Bees, man. Bees have hives!
- 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.
- [a facehugger trapped in a stasis tube tries unsuccessfully to attack Burke]
- Corporal Hicks: Looks like love at first sight to me. Oh, he likes you, Burke!
- 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]
- Private Hudson: Hey top, what's the op?
- Sergeant Apone: It's a rescue mission, you'll love it. There's some juicy colonists' daughters we have to rescue from their virginity.
- 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!