Cynthia Dale Scott credited as playing...
Corporal Dietrich
- 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 Drake: They ain't paying us enough for this, man.
- Corporal Dietrich: Not enough to have to wake up to *your* face, Drake.
- Private Drake: What? Is that a joke?
- Corporal Dietrich: Oh, I wish it were.
- Corporal Dietrich: Looks like some sort of secreted resin.
- Corporal Hicks: Yeah, but secreted from what?
- 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...