Ricco Ross credited as playing...
Private Frost
- [Ripley slaps away the tray of food Bishop offers her]
- Private Frost: I guess she don't like the cornbread, either.
- [pulling out his pump-action shotgun]
- Corporal Hicks: I like to keep this handy... for close encounters.
- Private Frost: I heard *that*.
- 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]
- Private Frost: Man, I'm telling you, I got a bad feeling about this drop.
- Private Crowe: You always say that, Frost. You always say, "I got a bad feeling about this drop."
- Private Frost: Okay, okay. When we get back without you, I'll call your folks.
- Corporal Hicks: Looks like the new lieutenant's too good to eat with the rest of us grunts.
- Private Frost: Boy's definitely got a corncob up his ass.
- Private Frost: Hey, I sure wouldn't mind getting some more of that Arcturian poontang! Remember that time?
- Private Spunkmeyer: Yeah, Frost, but the one that you had was a male!
- Private Frost: It doesn't matter when it's Arcturian, baby!
- Private Spunkmeyer: [during breakfast] What's this crap supposed to be?
- Private Frost: Cornbread, I think.
- Corporal Hicks: It's good for you, boy. Eat it.