Memorable quotes for
Aliens (1986)

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Newt: We'd better get back, 'cause it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night... mostly.

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[pulling out his pump-action shotgun]
Hicks: I like to keep this handy... for close encounters.
Frost: I heard *that.*

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Hudson: They're coming outta the walls. They're coming outta the goddamn walls. Let's book!

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[after making a plan to weld the doors shut and put the sentry units]
Hicks: Outstanding. Now all we need is a deck of cards.

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Gorman: Hicks, meet me at the south lock. We're coming in.
Hicks: Roger.
Hudson: [to Vasquez] He's comin' in. I feel safer already.

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Van Leuwin: Thank you, that will be all.
Ripley: God damn it, that's not all! Because if one of those things gets down here then that will be all! Then all this - this bullshit that you think is so important, you can just kiss all that goodbye!

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Ripley: Well, somebody's gonna have to go out there. Take a portable terminal, go out there and patch in manually.
Hudson: Oh yeah, sure! With those things runnin' around? You can count me out.
Hicks: Yeah I guess we can just count you out of everything, Hudson.
Bishop: [speaking under Hicks] I'll go.
Hudson: That's right, man.
Bishop: 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.
[Vasquez looks at Hudson with disgust]
Hudson: Good idea!
Bishop: Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.

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Ripley: These people are here to protect you. They're soldiers.
Newt: It won't make any difference.

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[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.

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Ripley: Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire?
Gorman: 10 millimeter explosive tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing round, 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] Ho, ho, ho. 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!

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Drake: Hey, Hicks. Man, you look just like I feel.

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Hicks: We're all in strung out shape, but stay frosty, and alert. We can't afford to let one of those bastards in here.

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Hudson: [puts his rifle against Burke's head] I say we grease this rat-fuck son-of-a-bitch right now.
Hicks: It just doesn't make any goddamn sense.
Ripley: He figured that he could get an alien back through quarantine, if one of us was... impregnated... whatever you call it, and then frozen for the trip home. Nobody would know about the embryos we were carrying... me and Newt.
Hicks: Wait a minute, now... we'd all know.
Ripley: Yes. The only way he could do it is if he sabotaged 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. You're dog-meat, pal!
Burke: This is so nuts. I mean, listen - listen to what you're saying. It's paranoid delusion. How - It's really sad. It's pathetic.
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.
Hicks: All right, we waste him. No offense.
Ripley: No. He's gotta go back.

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Apone: All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the Corps! A day in the 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!

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Ripley: They cut the power.
Hudson: What do you mean, "*They* cut the power"? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!

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Hudson: Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?
Vasquez: No. Have you?

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Hudson: Is this gonna be a standup fight, sir, or another bughunt?
Gorman: All we know is that there's still no contact with the colony, and that a xenomorph may be involved.
Frost: Excuse me sir, a-a what?
Gorman: A xenomorph.
Hicks: It's a bughunt.

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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.

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Frost: Hot as hell in here.
Hudson: Yeah man, but it's a dry heat!

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Hicks: Remember: short, controlled bursts.

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Newt: My mommy always said there were no monsters - no real ones - but there are.
Ripley: Yes, there are, aren't there?
Newt: Why do they tell little kids that?
Ripley: Most of the time it's true.

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Hudson: Hey, maybe you haven't been keeping up on current events, but we just got our asses kicked, pal!

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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 entire site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
Hudson: Fuckin' A...
Burke: Ho-ho-hold on, hold on one second. This installation has a substantial dollar value attached to it.
Ripley: They can *bill* me.

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[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...
Hicks: Are you finished?

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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 could build a fire, sing a couple of songs, huh? Why don't we try that?

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Bishop: I'm afraid I have some bad news.
Hudson: Well that's a switch.

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Burke: Ripley? I- You know I expected more from you - I thought you'd be smarter than this.
Ripley: Well, I'm happy to disappoint you.

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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 GET US!
Ripley: *Hudson!* This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training.
[to Newt]
Ripley: Right?
[Newt apes a salute]
Hudson: Why don't you put her in charge?
Ripley: You 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.

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Vasquez: You always were an asshole, Gorman!

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Vasquez: Hey, Mira. Who's Snow White?
Ferro: She's supposed to be some kinda consultant. Apparently she saw an alien once.
Hudson: Whoopee-fuckin'-do. Hey, I'm impressed.

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Hicks: Looks like the new lieutenant's too good to eat with the rest of us grunts.
Frost: Boy's definitely got a corncob up his ass.

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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!

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Hudson: Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen!

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Hudson: Man, this floor is freezing.
Apone: What do you want me to do, fetch your slippers for you?
Hudson: Gee, would you sir? I'd like that.
[Apone pulls down the skin under his left eye with middle finger]
Apone: Look into my eye.

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Ripley: Did IQs just drop sharply while I was away?

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[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?

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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.

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Apone: All right, sweethearts, you're a team and there's nothin' to worry about. We come here, and we gonna conquer, and we gonna kick some, is that understood? That's what we gonna do, sweethearts, we are going to go and get some. All right, people, on the ready line! Are ya lean?
Marines: Yea!
Apone: Are ya mean?
Marines: Yea!
Apone: WHAT ARE YOU?
Marines: Lean and mean!
Apone: WHAT ARE YOU? HUDSON! Get on the ready line, Marines, get some today! Get on the ready line! Move it out! Move it out, goddammit! Get hot! One, two, three, four! Get out, get out, get out! Move it out, move it out, move it out! Move it out, move it out, move it out! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven! Aaarrrrr, absolutely badassess! Let's pack 'em in! Get in there!

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Vasquez: Look, man. I only need to know one thing: where they are.
Drake: Go, Vasquez. Kick ass.
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.

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[only in special edition]
[discussing where the eggs come from]
Hudson: Maybe it's like an anthive?
Vasquez: Bees, man. Bees have hives!

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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 it.
Ripley: All right, I'm in.

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Ripley: You never said anything about an android being on board, why not?
Burke: 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.

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[Ripley slaps away the tray of food Bishop offers her]
Frost: I guess she don't like the cornbread, either.

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Apone: Allright, sweethearts, you heard the man and you know the drill! Assholes and elbows!

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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...

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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.

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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.

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[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!

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[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.

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Dietrich: Looks like some sort of secreted resin.
Hicks: Yeah, but secreted from *what*?

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Burke: Busy little creatures, huh?

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Hicks: Drake, we are LEAVING!

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[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 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, 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.

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[repeated line]
Apone: Knock it off, Hudson!

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Frost: Hey, I sure wouldn't mind getting some more of that Arcturian poontang! Remember that time?
Spunkmeyer: Yeah, Frost, but the one that you had was a male!
Frost: It doesn't matter when it's Arcturian, baby!

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Hudson: Oh dear Lord Jesus, this ain't happening, man... This can't be happening, man! This isn't happening!

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Burke: Look, this is an emotional moment for all of us, okay? I know that. But, let's not make snap judgments, please. This is clearly-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.

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Burke: Look, Ripley.
Ripley: Yes?
Burke: This is a multi-million dollar installation, okay? He can't make that kind of decision, he's just a grunt!
[to Hicks]
Burke: Ah, no offense.
Hicks: None taken.

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Burke: Okay, look. What if that ship didn't even exist? Did you ever think about that, I didn't know! So, now, 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.

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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.

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[Hudson is frantically mowing down aliens]
Hudson: Come on! Come on! Come and get it, baby! Come on! I don't got all day! Come on! Come on! Come on you bastard! Come on, you too! Oh, you want some of this? Fuck you!

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Vasquez: Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast!

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Bishop: In nineteen minutes, this area's gonna be a cloud of vapor the size of Nebraska.

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Bishop: Not bad for a human.

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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!

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Ripley: Get away from her, you *bitch!*

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Ripley: I dunno how you managed to stay alive, but you're one brave kid, Rebecca.
Newt: [whispers] N... Newt...
Ripley: What'd you say?
Newt: Newt. My name's Newt. Nobody calls me Rebecca, except my brother.

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Newt: [to Ripley after they return to the ship] I knew you'd come.

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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?

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Ripley: Bishop, how much time?
Bishop: Plenty, 26 minutes!
Ripley: We're not leaving!
Bishop: We're not?

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[last lines]
Newt: Are we gonna sleep all the way home?
Ripley: All the way home.
Newt: Can I dream?
Ripley: Yes, honey. I think we both can.
[tucks Newt in]
Ripley: Sleep tight.
Newt: I-ffirmative.

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[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!

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Hicks: [sticks shotgun right inside an alien's mouth] Eat this!

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[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! Let's get the fuck outta here!

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[Hicks is dozing through an extremely turbulent entry into a planetoid's atmosphere]
Apone: [laconically] Somebody wake up Hicks.

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Vasquez: LET'S ROCK!

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Ripley: [to Jones, the cat] And you, you little shit-head... you're staying here.

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Gorman: 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]
Hudson: He's Hicks.

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[first lines]
Salvage team leader: Bio-readouts are all in the green, looks like she's alive. Well, there goes our salvage, guys.

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Hudson: Maybe we got 'em demoralized.

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Hudson: [reading a motion detector] I got signals. I got readings, in front and behind.
Frost: Where, man? I don't see shit.
Hicks: He's right. There's nothin' back here.
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!
Dietrich: [looking through an infra-red scope, walks right past an Alien] Maybe they don't show up on infra red at all.
[the Alien pounces on her and drags her up to the ceiling]

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Ferro: [as dropship enters atmosphere] We're in the pipe, five by five.

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Bishop: [Bishop is puzzled by Ripley's reaction towards him] Is there a problem?
Burke: I'm sorry. I don't know why I didn't even- Ripley's last trip out, the syn- the artificial person malfunctioned.
Ripley: Malfuctioned?
Burke: There were problems and a-a few deaths were involved.
Bishop: I'm shocked. Was it an older model?
Burke: Yeah, the Hyperdine System's 120-A2.
Bishop: Well, that explains it then. The A2s always were a bit twitchy. That could never happen now with our behavioral inhibitors. It is impossible for me to harm or by omission of action, allow to be harmed, a human being.

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Hudson: We're all gonna die man.

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Apone: Hudson, run a bypass.

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[the atmosphere processor is due to explode in four hours and kill the stranded survivors]
Ripley: Well, we've gotta get the other dropship from the Sulaco. There has to be some way of bringing it down on remote.
Hudson: How? The transmitter was on the APC. It's wasted!
Ripley: Well, I don't care how, but we better think of something. We better think of a way.
Hudson: Think of what? We're fucked!
Hicks: Shut up!
Hudson: We're doomed here!
Hicks: SHUT UP!

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[Burke greets Ripley at the hospital after she has been rescued from hypersleep]
Burke: I'm Burke. Carter Burke. I work for the company. But don't let that fool you, I'm really an okay guy. I'm glad to see you're feeling a little better. They, uh, they tell me that all the weakness and disorientation should pass soon. It's just natural side effects of such an unusually long hypersleep, or something like that.
Ripley: What do you mean? How long was I out there?
Burke: [stunned] Has no one discussed this with you yet?
Ripley: No. But, I mean, I don't... recognize this place.
Burke: [visibly uncomfortable] No, I know. Uh, okay, it's just that, uh, this might be a shock to you. It's long...
Ripley: *How* long? Please.
Burke: [after a pause] Fifty-seven years.
Ripley: [stunned disbelief] What?
Burke: That's the thing. You were out there for fifty-seven years. What happened was, you had drifted right through the core systems, and it's really just blind luck that a deep salvage team found you when they did. It's one in a thousand, really. I think you're damn lucky to be alive, kiddo. You could be floating out there forever.

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Ripley: They grab the colonists, they move them over there and they immobilize them to be hosts for more of these. Which would mean that there would have to be a lot of these parasites, right? One for each colonist. That's over a hundred at least.
Bishop: Yes, that follows.
Ripley: But each one of these things comes from an egg, right? So who's laying these eggs?
Bishop: I'm not sure. It must be something we haven't seen yet.

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[after Ripley and Newt's narrow rescue by Bishop]
Bishop: I'm sorry if I scared you. That platform was just becoming too unstable. I had to circle and hope that things didn't get too rough to take you off.
Ripley: Bishop, you did okay.
Bishop: I did?
Ripley: Oh, yeah.

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Ripley: [pointing to part of gun Hicks is showing her] What's that?
Hicks: That's the grenade launcher. I don't think you want to mess with that.
Ripley: You started it. Show me everything. I can handle myself.
Hicks: I can see that.

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Ripley: [looking at the colony from a window] It's pretty, Bishop. But what are we looking for?
Bishop: Right there.
[a vent of some kind comes out of the colony]
Hudson: [knows what it is] Oh great. Real fuckin' great, man.
Hicks: How long 'till it blows?
Bishop: 4 hours. The blast radius is 200 miles. Force is equivalent of 30 megatons.

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