Corporal Ferro: We're in the pipe, five by five.
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Sergeant Apone: First assembly's in fifteen, people. Shag it!
Burke: This nuts I mean should listen to yourselves talking its paranoid delusions it's sad it really is.
Ripley: Did IQs just drop sharply while I was away?
Ripley: Get away from her, you bitch!
Private Hudson: Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen!
Private Hudson: We're on an express elevator to hell, going down!
Private Vasquez: You always were an asshole, Gorman!
Private Hudson: Hey, maybe you haven't been keeping up on current events, but we just got our asses kicked, pal!
Private Frost: I guess she don't like the cornbread, either.
Corporal Ferro: We're in the pipe, five by five.
Bishop: Not bad for a human.
Newt: We'd better get back, 'cause it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night... mostly.
Ripley: And you, you little shit-head... you're staying here.
Sergeant Apone: All right sweethearts, you heard the man and you know the drill. Assholes and elbows! Hudson, come here! Come *here*!
Private Frost: I guess she don't like the cornbread, either.
Corporal Ferro: We're in the pipe, five by five.
Ripley: And you, you little shit-head... you're staying here.
Corporal Hicks: Looks like love at first sight to me. Oh, he likes you, Burke!
Ripley: They cut the power. Private Hudson: What do you mean *they* cut the power? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!
Private Hudson: Well, that's great. That's just fuckin' great, man! Now what the fuck are we supposed to do? We're in some real pretty shit now, man! Corporal Hicks: Are you finished? Newt: I guess we're not gonna be leaving now, right? Ripley: I'm sorry, Newt. Newt: You don't have to be sorry. It wasn't your fault. Private Hudson: That's it, man. Game over, man. Game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do? Burke: Maybe we can build a fire, sing a couple of songs, huh? Why don't we try that? Newt: We'd better get back 'cause it'll be dark soon and they mostly come at night. Mostly.
Ripley: How long after we're declared overdue can we expect a rescue? Corporal Hicks: Seventeen days. Private Hudson: Seventeen *days*? Hey man, I don't wanna rain on your parade, but we're not gonna last seventeen hours! Those things are gonna come in here just like they did before. And they're gonna come in here... Ripley: Hudson! Private Hudson: ...and they're gonna come in here AND THEY'RE GONNA GET US! Ripley: Hudson! This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training. Ripley: Right? Private Hudson: Why don't you put *her* in charge?
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: I'll go. Private Hudson: That's right, man. Bishop: I'll go. Private Hudson: Hey, why don't *you* go, man! Bishop: 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. Private Hudson: Good idea! Bishop: Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.
Lieutenant Gorman: Look, uh, Apone. 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 Frost: Hot as hell in here. Private Hudson: Yeah man, but it's a dry heat!
Lieutenant Gorman: I thought you never missed, Bishop. Ripley: 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.
Private Hudson: I'm ready, man, check it out. I am the *ultimate* badass! State of the badass art! You do not wanna fuck with me. Check it out! Hey Ripley, don't worry. Me and my squad of ultimate badasses will protect you! Check it out! Independently targeting particle beam phalanx. Vwap! Fry half a city with this puppy. We got tactical smart missiles, phased plasma pulse rifles, RPGs, we got sonic electronic ball breakers! We got nukes, we got knives, sharp sticks... Sergeant Apone: Knock it off, Hudson. All right, gear up.
Van Leuwin: Thank you Ripley, that will be all. Ripley: Goddammit, that's *not* all! 'Cause if one of those things gets down here then that *will* be all! And all this... Ripley: This *bullshit* you think is so important... Ripley: You can just kiss all of that goodbye!
Private Hudson: 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...
Private Hudson: Hey top, what's the op? Sergeant Apone: It's a rescue mission, you'll love it. There's some juicy colonists' daughters we have to rescue from their virginity.
