Dillon: Why? Why are the innocent punished? Why the sacrifice? Why the pain? There aren't any promises. Nothing certain. Only that some get called, some get saved. She won't ever know the hardship and grief for those of us left behind. We commit these bodies to the void with a glad heart. For within each seed, there is a promise of a flower, and within each death, no matter how small, there's always a new life. A new beginning. Amen.
Golic: In an insane world, a sane man must appear insane.
[to the Alien]
Ripley: You've been in my life so long, I can't remember anything else.
Dillon: You're all gonna die. The only question is how you check out. Do you want it on your feet? Or on your fuckin' knees... begging? I ain't much for begging! Nobody ever gave me nothing! So I say *fuck* that thing! Let's fight it!
Ripley: Are you attracted to me?
Clemens: In what way?
Ripley: In that way.
Clemens: Very direct.
Ripley: I've been out here a long time.
[Ripley gets out of bed naked]
Ripley: Wanna get me some clothes, or should I just go like this?
Clemens: Given the nature of our indigenous population, I would suggest clothes. None of them have seen a woman in years.
[under his breath]
Clemens: Neither have I, for that matter.
Dillon: Do you have any faith, sister?
Ripley: Not much.
Dillon: Well, we've got a lot of faith here. Enough even for you.
Ripley: I thought women weren't allowed.
Dillon: Well, we've never had any before. But we tolerate anybody. Even the intolerable.
[the prisoners hesitate to go against the alien and ask why they can't wait for the company to bring them some guns]
Ripley: Because they won't kill it. They might kill you just for having seen it but they're not gonna kill it.
Aaron: That is crazy! That is horse shit! They will not kill *us*!
Ripley: When they first heard about this thing, it was "crew expendable". The next time they sent in marines - they were expendable too. What makes you think they're gonna care about a bunch of lifers who found God at the ass-end of space? You really think they're gonna let you interfere with their plans for this thing? They think we're - we're crud. And they don't give a fuck about one friend of yours that's - that's died. Not one.
Ripley: Do we have the capacity to make fire? Most humans have enjoyed that privilege since the stone age.
Aaron: [looking nervous and uneasy] No need to be sarcastic.
[all the prisoners call Aaron "85"]
Ripley: What's this "eighty-five" thing?
David: A couple of us sneaked a look at his personnel file the day he arrived. It's his IQ.
Frank: Treat a queen like a whore and a whore like a queen. You can't go wrong.
[Ripley is looking for the alien]
Ripley: Don't be afraid, I'm part of the family.
[Clemens rises after making love with Ripley]
Clemens: I really appreciate your affections. But I am aware that they deflected my question. In the nicest possible way, of course.
David: I have a problem with this.
Jude: Which part?
David: The part where we're running around down here in the dark with that fucking thing chasing us.
[Dillon saves Ripley from being raped]
Dillon: Take off. I gotta "re-educate" some of the brothers!
Ripley: This is a maximum security prison, and you have no weapons of any kind?
Andrews: We have some carving knives in the abattoir, a few more in the mess hall. Some fire axes scattered about the place - nothing terribly formidable.
Ripley: That's all?
Andrews: We're on the honor system.
Ripley: Then we're fucked.
[Searching for the Alien]
David: Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!
Dillon: I don't like losin' a fight. Not to nobody, not to nothin'. That damn thing out there's already killed half my men, got the other half scared shitless. As long as it's alive, sister, you're not gonna save any universe.
Ripley: How 'bout leveling with me? Well, when I asked how you got assigned here you avoided the question. And then when I asked about the prison ID tattooed on the back of your head you ducked me again.
Clemens: It's a long, sad story. And more than a little melodramatic.
Ripley: Try me.
Clemens: [smiles] If you insist. After my student years, despite the fact that I had become secretly addicted to morphine, I was considered to be most promising. A man with a future. Then during my first residency I did a thirty-six hour stretch on an ER. So I went out and I got more than a little drunk. Then I got called back. Boiler had blown on a fuel plant and there were thirty casualties. And eleven of them died. Not as a result of the accident but because I prescribed the wrong dosage of painkiller. And I got seven years in prison and my licence reduced to a 3C.
Clemens: At least I got off the morphine.
Ripley: I just wanted to, um, say thanks for what you said at the funeral. My friends would have appreciated it.
Dillon: Yeah, well you don't wanna know me, lady. I'm a murderer and rapist of women.
Ripley: Well, I guess I must make you nervous.
Dillon: Why should we put our ass on the line for you?
Ripley: Your ass is already on the line. The only question is, what're you gonna do about it?
Andrews: I'm afraid we'll have to assume there's a very good chance this simple bastard has murdered them!
Dillon: Now you don't know that! He's *never* lied to me! He's crazy, he's a fool, but he's not a liar!
Dillon: I wanna get this thing, and I need you to do it! And if it won't kill you, then maybe that helps us fight it!
[Ripley and David are fetching Quinitricetyline for coating the prison tunnels]
David: I saw a drum of this stuff fall into a beach head bunker once. The blast put a tug in dry dock for seventeen weeks. Great stuff!
Golic: It was a dragon! Feeds on minds. It was- nobody can stop it!
Morse: [to Ripley] What 85 is trying...
Aaron: [talking at the same time] Don't call me that!
Morse: ...to tell you is that we ain't got no entertainment center, no climate control, no video system, no surveillance, no freezers, no fucking ice cream, no rubbers, no women, no guns. All we got here is *shit*! Oh, what the hell are we even talkin' to her for? She's the one that brought the fucker. Why don't we just get her head and shove it through the FUCKING WALL!
Dillon: Morse. Why don't you shut the fuck up?
[Jude tries to goad the alien into chasing him]
Jude: Yoohoo. Hey, fuckface. Come and get me!
Andrews: Let me see if I have this correct, Lieutenant - it's an 8-foot creature of some kind with acid for blood, and it arrived on your spaceship. It kills on sight, and is generally unpleasant. And of course, you expect me accept all this on your word.
Ripley: No. I don't expect anything.
Andrews: Quite a story, Mr Aaron.
Aaron: Right sir, it's a beauty. Never heard anything quite like it, sir.
Andrews: Expect not.
Dillon: [the inmates gather at assembly hall after the alien has escaped] All right. The fucking thing is loose. It's out there. The rescue team is on its way with guns and shit. Right now there isn't any place that's real safe. But we stay here, in the assembly hall. This place never had any fucking air conditioning. If it comes in it's gotta be through one of these doors. Now we post a guard to let us know if it's coming. In the meantime, you lay low, be ready and stay right... in case your time comes.
David: Don't you start bullshitting, Dillon. We're gonna be trapped in here like rats.
Dillon: You got a weapon? You got a blade? Then you take it out and you fucking use it!
Bishop II: Do me a favour. Disconnect me. I could be reworked, but I'll never be top of the line again. I'd rather be nothing.
Dillon: You just better be right about that thing not wanting you. Because if it wants out, that's how it's gonna go: through that alcove, through you.
Computer Voice: Stasis interrupted. Fire in cryogenic compartment. Repeat, fire in cryogenic compartment. All personnel report to emergency escape vehicle launch pod. Deep-space flight will commence in T-minus twenty seconds.
Golic: [Golic has just seen the alien kill Clemens] Magnificent!
[examining the "remains" of Murphy, sucked into a nine-foot fan]
Clemens: Well, not much to say, is there? Death was instantaneous.
Aaron: No shit.
[after slitting the throat of another prisoner]
Golic: Sorry sorry sorry sorry!
Andrews: We're 25 prisoners in this facility. All double-Y chromos. All thieves, rapists, murderers, child-molesters. All scum. Just because they have taken on religion doesn't make them any less dangerous. I try not to offend their convictions. I don't want to upset the order. I don't want ripples in the water. And I don't want a woman walking around, giving them ideas...
Ripley: I see. For my own personal safety...
Morse: [When Dillon proposes to fight the Alien] When the fuck can't we wait for the company to have some guns on our side? Why - why should we go on a fuckin' suicide run?
David: I have a problem with this.
Jude: What part?
David: The part where we're running around in the dark fucking maze with that thing chasing us.
Dillon: We're all gonna die, the only question is when. This is as good a place as any to take your first steps to heaven. The only question is how you check out.Do you wanna go on your feet? Or on your fucking knees, begging? I ain't much for begging! Nobody ever gave me nothin! So I say fuck that thing! Let's fight it!
Clemens: Dillon and the rest of the alternative people, embraced religion, as it were, about five years ago. Tincture?
Ripley: I'm on medication.
Ripley: What kind of religion?
Clemens: Some sort of apocalyptic, millenarian, Christian fundamentalist, uh...
Clemens: Exactly. Point is, when the company wanted to close the facility down, Dillon and the rest of the converts wanted to stay. And they were allowed to remain as custodians with two minders and a medical officer. And here we are.
Ripley: How did you get this wonderful assignment?
Clemens: How do you like your new haircut?
Ripley: It's okay.
Clemens: Now that I've gone out on a limb for you with Andrews, damaged my already less-than-perfect relationship with that good man and briefed you on the humdrum history of Fury 161; can you not tell me what you were looking for in the girl?
Bishop II: Ripley! Think of all we could learn from it! It's the chance of a lifetime, you must let me have it!
Ripley: We waste this thing, then you take care of me.
Dillon: No problem. Quick, easy and painless!
Dillon: [the alien slashes Dillon's intestines out] Come on! That's all you've got? Is that all that you bite, motherfucker?
Dillon: I've gotta hold it here.
Ripley: What about me?
Dillon: God will take care of you now, sister!
Aaron: [the inmates are trying to decide what to do next following Andrew's death] Okay, look, there's no way I can replace Andrews. He was a good man. I know you guys didn't appreciate him...
Dillon: Aaron, we don't wanna hear that shit now.
Dillon: [the inmates are still reluctant to take on the alien before the rescue teams arrives] Right, Okay, just sit here on your asses. Fine.
Morse: How about if I sit here on my ass?
Dillon: No problem. Oh, I forgot. You're the guy that's made a deal with God to live forever, huh?
[to the others]
Dillon: And all the rest of you pussies, can sit it out too.
Dillon: Me and her'll do all the fighting.
Ripley: [playback of a recording, interrupted by static] Ash, Captain Dallas are dead. Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.
Ripley: I'm staying!
Dillon: Bullshit! There's gonna be ten tons of hot lead in here!
Ripley: I keep telling you I want to die!
Dillon: [Dillon grabs Ripley from behind] We got a deal, remember? It dies first, *then* you! I'm not gonna move without you! Now get going!
[Morse, the last survivor of Fury, limps out of the prison with the company guards]
Soldier: Come on, move it!
Morse: [grinning] Aw, fuck you!
Andrews: [trying to determine the victim's identity] Who was it?
Aaron: How do you know?
Clemens: [looking down and pointing] That's his boot.
Andrews: It would seem that our smoothly running facility has run into a few problems. I can only hope that we can all pull together over the next few days until the rescue team arrives for Lt. Ripley.
Ripley: It's here! It got Clemens!
Andrews: Stop this raving at once!
Ripley: I'm telling you... it's here!
Andrews: Aaron get that foolish woman back to the infirmary!
[the alien grabs Andrews from above and kills him]
Andrews: [the prisoners scream and scatter]
Morse: [grabs a chair] Fuck!