William Hope: Lieutenant Gorman

Aliens

Lieutenant Gorman

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.

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.

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.

Lieutenant Gorman: [to Apone over the mic while the aliens are attacking the marines] I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with the incinerators and fall back by squads to the APC, over.
Sergeant Apone: Say again? All after incinerators?
Lieutenant Gorman: [irritated] I said I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with the incinerators and fall back by squads to the APC...
[an alien sneaks up behind Apone and attacks him, his screams heard over the mic while his video feed goes dead]
Lieutenant Gorman: Apone... talk to me.
[more insistent]
Lieutenant Gorman: Apone, talk to me...
Ripley: He's gone! Get them out of there! Do it now!

Ripley: I don't believe this. You guys throw me at the wolves, and now you want me to go back out there? Forget it. It's not my problem.
Burke: Can I finish ?
Ripley: No. There's no way.
Lieutenant Gorman: Ripley, you wouldn't be going in with the troops. I can guarantee your safety.
Burke: These colonials marines are very though hombres. They're packing state of the art firepower. There's nothing they can't handle. Lieutenant, am I right ?
Lieutenant Gorman: That's true. We've been trained to deal with situations like this.

Lieutenant Gorman: What's her name again?
Corporal Dietrich: Rebecca
Lieutenant Gorman: Now think Rebecca. Concentrate. Just start at the beginnings. Where are your parents? Now look Rebecca, you have to try...
Ripley: Gorman. Give it a rest, why don't you?
Lieutenant Gorman: Total brain lock.
Corporal Dietrich: Physically Bordeline malnutrtion, but not permanent damage.
Lieutenant Gorman: Come on. We are wasting our time.
Ripley: Try this. It's a little hot chocolate. There you go. Oup! That good, huh! Uh oh. I made a clean spot here. Now I 've done it. Guess I'll have to do the whole thing Hard to believe there's a little girl under all this. And a pretty one, too. You don't talk much, do you? I don't know how you managed to stay alive. But you're one brave kid, Rebecca.
Newt: Newt.
Ripley: What'd you say?
Newt: Newt. My name is Newt. Nobody calls me Rebecca except my brother.
Ripley: Newt? I'd like that. I'm Ripley. It's nice to meet you. And who is this ?
Newt: Casey.
Ripley: Hello, Casey. What about your brother? What's his name?
Newt: Timmy
Ripley: Is Timmy around here too? Maybe hiding like you were?... Any sisters ?... Mom and Dad ?... Newt. Look at me. Where are they?
Newt: They're dead, all right? Can I go now?
Ripley: I'm sorry Newt. Don't you think you'd be safer here with us? These people are here to protect you. They're soldiers.
Newt: It won't make any difference...

Lieutenant Gorman: All right. Drake, this way. We should be able to cut through the Med-Lab to Operations.

Lieutenant Gorman: I can guarantee your safety.
Burke: These Colonial Marines are very tough hombres. They're packing state-of-the-art firepower. There's nothing they can't handle. Lieutenant, am I right?
Lieutenant Gorman: That's true. We've been trained to deal with situations like this.
Ripley: Then you don't need me. I'm not a soldier.

Lieutenant Gorman: Let's saddle up, Apone.
Sergeant Apone: Aye, sir. All right. Let's go, people. They ain't paying us by the hour. Let's go. Head 'em out.