Lance Henriksen credited as playing...
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 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: [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: 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!
- 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.
- [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.