Aliens
1986
Newt: We'd better get back, 'cause it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night... mostly.
(Pulling out his pump-action shotgun) Hicks: I like to keep this handy for close encounters.
Hudson: They're coming outta the walls. They're coming outta the goddamn walls, we're fucked!
(after making a plan to wield the doors shut and put the sentry units) Hicks: Outstanding. Now all we need is a deck of cards.
Gorman: Hicks, meet me at the south lock. We're coming in. Hudson: He's coming in. I feel safer already.
Van Leuwin: Thank you, Officer Ripley, that will be all. Ripley: God damn it, that's not all! 'Cause if one of those things gets down here then that will be all! And all this, this bullshit that you think is so important, you can just kiss all that goodbye!
Ripley: Well, someone's gonna have to go out there. Take a portable transmitter and patch in manually. Hudson: Oh yeah, sure! With those things running around? You can count me out. Hicks: Yeah I guess we can just count you out of everything, Hudson. Hudson: That's right, man. Bishop: (speaking under Hudson) I'll go. 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. Hudson: Yeah right, man, Bishop should go. Good idea! Bishop: Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.
Ripley: These people are here to protect you. They're soldiers. Newt: It won't make any difference.
(On whether she would return to LV-426) Ripley: Now please leave. I am not going back, and I am... I would not be any good to you if I did.
Ripley: Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire? 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. Gorman: So? Ripley: So, if they fire their weapons in there, won't they rupture the cooling system? Burke: (interjecting) Woah woah. Yeah, she's absolutely right. Gorman: (turns round to Burke) So, so what? Burke: Look, this whole station is basically a big fusion reactor... (Gorman turns back to stare, horrified, at the screen) Burke: ... right? So you're talkin' about a thermonuclear explosion and "Adiós, muchachos." Gorman: Oh, great. Wonderful. Shit!
Drake: Hey Hicks. Man, you look just like I feel.
Hicks: Hey! I know we're all in strung out shape but stay frosty and alert. We can't afford to let one of those bastards in here.
Ripley: You know Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them fucking each other over for a goddamn percentage!
Apone: All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the corps! A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm. Every meal's a banquet! Every paycheck a fortune! Every formation a parade! I LOVE the corps!
Ripley: They cut the power. Hudson: What do you mean "THEY cut the power"? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!
Hudson: Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man? Vasquez: No, have you?
Vasquez: Look man! I only need to know one thing: where they are.
Hudson: Is this going to be a standup fight, sir, or another bughunt? Gorman: All we know is that there is still is no contact with the colony, and that a xenomorph may be involved. Frost: Excuse me sir, a what? Gorman: A xenomorph. Hicks: It's a bughunt.
(When they are dropped over LV-426) Hudson: We're on an express elevator to hell - going down!
Ferro: Stand by to initiate release sequencer. On my mark. Five. Four. Hudson: We're on an express elevator to hell; going down! Ferro: Three. Two. One. Mark.
Frost: It's hot as hell in here. Hudson: Yeah man, but it's a dry heat!
Hicks: Remember: short, controlled bursts.
Newt: My mommy always said there were no monsters - no real ones - but there are, aren't there? Ripley: Yes, there are. Newt: Why do they tell little kids that? Ripley: Most of the time it's true.
Hudson: You maybe haven't been keeping up on current events but we just got our asses kicked, pal!
Hudson: Let's just bug out and call it even, OK? What are we talking about this for? Ripley: I say we take off and nuke the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure. Hudson: Fuckin' A... Burke: Ho-ho-hold on one second. This installation has a substantial dollar value attached to it. Ripley: They can *bill* me.
(the drop-ship crashes) 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... 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 could build a fire, sing a couple of songs, huh? Why don't we try that?
Hudson: Game over man... Game over!
Bishop: I'm afraid I have some bad news. Hudson: Well that's a switch.
Burke: Ripley? You know I expected more from you - I thought you'd be smarter than this. Ripley: Well, I'm happy to disappoint you.
Ripley: How long after we're declared overdue can we expect a rescue? Hicks: (pause) Seventeen days. 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! Hudson: ... and they're gonna come in here AND THEY'RE GONNA KILL US! Ripley: HUDSON! This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training. (to Newt) Right? (Newt apes a salute) Hudson: So why don't you put her in charge? Ripley: You'd better just start dealing with it, Hudson! Listen to me! Hudson, just deal with it because we need you and I'm sick of your bullshit.
(Gorman has just run out of ammo, and it is clear they will now both die) Vasquez: You always were an asshole, Gorman.
Vasquez: Hey, Mira. Who's Snow White? Ferro: She's supposed to be some kind of consultant. Apparently she saw an alien once. Hudson: Well whoopee-fuckin'-do, hey, I'm impressed.
Hicks: Guess the new lieutenant's too good to eat with the rest of us grunts. Frost: Boy's definitely got a corncob up his ass.
Hudson: Hey top, what's the op? Apone: It's a rescue mission, you'll love it. There's some juicy colonists' daughters we have to rescue from their virginity. Heh!
Hudson: Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen!
Hudson: Man, this floor's freezing. Apone: What do you want me to do, fetch your slippers for you? Hudson: Gee, would you sir? I'd like that. (Apone points at his face with middle finger) Apone: Look into my eye.
Hudson: (Points muzzle of pulse-rifle to Burke's face) I say we grease this rat-fuck, son of a bitch right now.
Ripley: Did IQs just drop sharply while I was away?
(the marines are all hard at work, preparing for the drop) Ripley: I feel like kind of a fifth wheel around here, is there anything I can do? Apone: I dunno, is there anything you can do?
Drake: They ain't paying us enough for this, man. Dietrich: Not enough to have to wake up to your face, Drake. Drake: What? Is that a joke? Dietrich: Oh, I wish it were.
Apone: All right you guys, we're a team and there's nothing to worry about. We come here, and we gonna conquer, and we gonna kick some. Is that understood? Marines: Yes Sir! Apone: That's what we gonna do, sweethearts. We are going to go and get some. All right people, on the ready line!
Vasquez: Anytime, anywhere, man! Hudson: Right, right. Somebody said "alien" she thought they said "illegal alien" and signed up! Vasquez: Fuck you, man! Hudson: Anytime, anywhere.
(only in special edition) (discussing where the eggs come from) Hudson: What if it's like an anthive? Vasquez: Bees, man. Bees have hives!
Ripley: Just tell me one thing, Burke. You're going out there to destroy them, right? Not to study. Not to bring back. But to wipe them out. Burke: That's the plan. You have my word on that. Ripley: All right, I'm in.
Ripley: You never said anything about an android being on board, why not? Burke: It never uhm, never occurred to me. It's common practice, we always have a synthetic on board. Bishop: I prefer the term "Artificial Person" myself.
(Ripley slaps away the tray of food Bishop offers her) Frost: I guess she don't like the cornbread, either.
Apone: Allright, sweethearts, you heard the man and you know the drill! Assholes and elbows!
Ripley: How many drops is this for you, Lieutenant? Gorman: Thirty eight... simulated. Vasquez: How many *combat* drops? Gorman: Uh, two. Including this one. Drake: Shit. Hudson: Oh, man...
Gorman: Drake, check your camera. There seems to be a malfunction. (Drake smacks the camera against a nearby support. The picture clears) Gorman: That's better.
Frost: Man, I'm telling you, I got a bad feeling about this drop. Crowe: You always say that, Frost. You always say, "I got a bad feeling about this drop." Frost: Okay, okay. When we get back without you, I'll call your folks.
(a facehugger trapped in a stasis tube tries unsuccessfully to attack Burke) Hicks: Looks like love at first sight to me. Oh, he likes you, Burke!
(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.
Dietrich: Looks like some sort of secreted resin. Hicks: Yeah, but secreted from *what*?
Burke: Busy little creatures, huh?
Hicks: Marines, we are LEAVING!
(special edition) (during the drop to LV-426) Hudson: I'm ready, man, check it out. I am the ultimate badass! State of the badass art! You do NOT want to 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. Whoa! Fry half a city with this puppy. We got tactical smart missiles, phase-plasma pulse rifles, RPGs, we got sonic electronic ball breakers! We got nukes, we got knives, sharp sticks... Apone: Knock it off, Hudson. All right, gear up.
Frost: Hey, I sure wouldn't mind getting me some more of that Arcturian poontang! Remember that time? Spunkmeyer: Yeah Frost, except the one you had was MALE. Frost: It doesn't matter when it's Arcturian, baby!
Hudson: Oh dear Lord Jesus, this ain't happening, man... This can't be happening, man! This isn't happening!
Burke: Look, this is an emotional moment for all of us, okay? I know that. But let's not... Let's not make snap judgments, please. This is clearly an important species we're dealing with and I don't think that you or I, or anybody, has the right to arbitrarily exterminate them! Ripley: Wrong! Vasquez: Yeah. Watch us.
Burke: Look Ripley, this is a multi-million dollar installation, okay? He can't make that kind of decision, he's just a grunt! (to Hicks) Ah, no offense. Hicks: None taken.
Burke: Okay, look. What if that ship didn't even exist? Did you ever think about that, I didn't know! So if I went and made a major security situation out of it, everybody steps in; Administration steps in, and there's no exclusive rights for anybody, nobody wins! So I made a decision, and it was... wrong. It was a bad call, Ripley. It was a bad call.
Hicks: I wanna introduce you to a personal friend of mine. This is an M41A pulse rifle. Ten millimeter with over-and-under thirty millimeter pump action grenade launcher.
Hicks: This doesn't make any goddamn sense. Ripley: He figured he could get an alien back through quarantine, if one of us was - impregnated, or whatever you call it, then frozen for the trip home. Nobody would know about the embryos we were carrying; me and Newt. Hicks: Wait a minute now... we don't know. Ripley: Yes! The only way he could do it, was to sabotage certain freezers on the way home - namely yours. Then he could jettison the bodies and make up any story he liked. Hudson: Fuck. He's dead. (Points muzzle of pulse-rifle to Burke's face again and looks him in the eye) Hudson: You're dog-meat pal!
Hicks: All right, we waste him. No offense!
(Hudson is frantically mowing down aliens) Hudson: Come on! Come on! Come and get it, baby! Come on! Let's go, yeah, come on! Come on! Come and get it you bastards! Come on, you too! Oh, you want some of this? Fuck you!
Vasquez: Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast!
Bishop: Ripley, in nineteen minutes this area is going to be a cloud of vapor the size of Nebraska!
Bishop: Not bad for a human.
Gorman: Any questions? (Hudson raises his hand) Gorman: What is it, private? Hudson: How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit? Apone: You secure that shit, Hudson!
Ripley: Get away from her, you bitch!
Ripley: I dunno how you managed to stay alive, but you're one brave kid, Rebecca. Newt: (whispers) N... Newt... Ripley: What? Newt: Newt. My name's Newt. Nobody calls me Rebecca except my brother.
Newt: (to Ripley after they return to the ship) I knew you'd come.
Gorman: Apone! Look... we can't have any firing in there. I, uh... I want you to collect magazines from everybody. Hudson: Is he fuckin' crazy? Frost: What the hell are we supposed to use man? Harsh language?
Ripley: Bishop, how much time? Bishop: Plenty, 26 minutes! Ripley: We're not leaving! Bishop: We're not?
(last lines) Newt: Can I dream? Ripley: Yes honey. I think we both can. Sleep tight. Newt: Affirmative.
(Hudson is reading a motion detector which indicates the alien horde should have passed the door by now) Hudson: It's reading right man, look! Hicks: Well, you're not reading it right!
(an alien pushes the APC doors back trying to get in) Hicks: (pushes his shotgun into the alien's mouth) Eat this! (fires)
(the Marines are being torn apart by the Aliens in the Atmosphere Processor Hive) Hicks: Where's Apone? Where's Apone? Hudson: The Sarge is gone, man! He's gone! Let's get the fuck outta here!
(Hicks is dozing through an extremely turbulent entry into a planetoid's atmosphere) Apone: (laconically) Somebody wake up Hicks.
Vasquez: LET'S ROCK!
Ripley: (to Jones, the cat) And you, you little shit-head... you're staying here.
Gorman: Good morning, Marines. I'm sorry we didn't have time to brief you people before we left Gateway, but... Hudson: Sir? Gorman: What is it, Hicks? Hudson: Hudson, sir. (points) He's Hicks.
(first lines) Salvage team leader: Bio-readouts are all in the green, looks like she's alive. Well, there goes our salvage, guys.
Hudson: Maybe we got 'em demoralized.
Hudson: (the Marines are inside the Alien's Atmosphere Processor Hive, Hudson is reading a motion detector) We've got multiple signals... uh, front and behind... reading's off the chart! Vasquez: There's nothing here. You're just reading us, there's nothing! Hudson: (Motion detector shows such a large group of points moving towards them that it appears like just a massive blur on the monitor) Look there's something moving in here and it ain't us! Reading's off the charts man! They're all around us man! What the hell? Dietrich: (looking through an infra-red scope, walks right past an Alien that is molded into the Hive's wall without even noticing it) Maybe they don't show up on infra red at all - (the Alien pounces on her and drags her up to the ceiling)