Andrews Quotes in Alien³ (1992)

Andrews: This is Rumor Control. Here are the facts!

Ripley: This is a maximum security prison, and you have no weapons of any kind?

Andrews: We have some carving knives in the abattoir, a few more in the mess hall. Some fire axes scattered about the place - nothing terribly formidable.

Ripley: That's all?

Andrews: We're on the honor system.

Ripley: Then we're fucked.

Andrews: I'm afraid we'll have to assume there's a very good chance this simple bastard has murdered them!

Dillon: Now you don't know that! He's *never* lied to me! He's crazy, he's a fool, but he's not a liar!

Andrews: Let me see if I have this correct, Lieutenant - it's an 8-foot creature of some kind with acid for blood, and it arrived on your spaceship. It kills on sight, and is generally unpleasant. And of course, you expect me accept all this on your word.

Ripley: No. I don't expect anything.

Andrews: Quite a story, Mr Aaron.

Aaron: Right sir, it's a beauty. Never heard anything quite like it, sir.

Andrews: Expect not.

Andrews: We're 25 prisoners in this facility. All double-Y chromos. All thieves, rapists, murderers, child-molesters. All scum. Just because they have taken on religion doesn't make them any less dangerous. I try not to offend their convictions. I don't want to upset the order. I don't want ripples in the water. And I don't want a woman walking around, giving them ideas...

Ripley: I see. For my own personal safety...

Andrews: Exactly...

Andrews: [trying to determine the victim's identity] Who was it?

Clemens: Murphy.

Aaron: How do you know?

Clemens: [looking down and pointing] That's his boot.

Andrews: [as the ship starts sinking faster, Andrews sees Guggenheim and his valet dressed in their most formal clothing] Mister Guggenheim... Your lifebelt...

Benjamin Guggenheim: It was uncomfortable. We have dressed now in our best, and are prepared to go down like gentlemen.

Robbie Lucas: Oh, Mister Andrews?

Andrews: Yes?

Robbie Lucas: I'd like you to tell me something. I... I have a wife and three children on board. Just how serious is it?

[Andrews hesitates]

Robbie Lucas: I'm not the panicking kind.

Andrews: The ship has about an hour to live. A little more, if some of the upper bulkheads hold, but not much more. Get your wife and children into the boats.

Robbie Lucas: Thank you.

[Andrews walks off]

Robbie Lucas: Oh, Mister Andrews?

[Andrews stops and turns around]

Robbie Lucas: I take it you and I might both be in the same boat later?

Andrews: [smiles sadly] Yes... We may.

Andrews: They're clearing away two of the collapsible boats, if they succeed, I'm sure they'll be a place for you in one of them.

Mr. Clarke: See, you can still go. Please darling.

Mrs. Clarke: No. We've started out together and we'll finish together. Are you married Mr. Andrews?

Andrews: Yes, and if my wife were here I'd think she would go.

Mrs. Clarke: Do you have a family?

Andrews: Yes.

Mrs. Clarke: Then it would make a differance then wouldn't it?

Andrews: Perhaps. Let my give you some advice, put your lifebelts on and lower yourself down using the ropes hanging over the side. Don't jump if you can avoid it. When you're in the water swim away from the ship at once, and be well clear of her when she sinks.

Mr. Clarke: Thank you, we'll remember.

Mr. Clarke: I wonder if he will save himself?

Mrs. Clarke: We'll save ourselves.

Andrews: [Andrews is looking at the ship's blueprints as he describes the damage to the Captain] Here's the position: we have water in the forepeak; numbers 1 and 2 holds; the mailroom; and boiler rooms 6 and 5. That means a gash 300 feet long, from there to there...

[indicates gash with a pencil on the blueprint]

Andrews: Below the waterline. Do you agree?

Captain Edward J. Smith: Yes. Well?

Andrews: The pumps are keeping the water down in this boiler room, Number 5, but the first five compartments are flooding.

Captain Edward J. Smith: Well, what's the answer?

Andrews: She's going to sink, Captain.

Captain Edward J. Smith: But... She can't sink. She's unsinkable.

Andrews: She can't float. Look... she can float with any three of her first five compartments flooded. She could even float with four of them gone. But she can't float with ALL of the first five full up.

Captain Edward J. Smith: Yes, but...

Andrews: [cuts him off] These watertight bulkheads here only go as high as E Deck. The weight of the water in the bow is going to pull her down by the head. So, you're going to get the fifth compartment overflowing into the sixth... the sixth into the seventh... and so on, as she gets lower. It's a mathematical certainty. With that amount of underwater damage she can't stay afloat.

Captain Edward J. Smith: How long will she last?

Andrews: [starts doing figures on a scratch pad] Just trying to work that out, now. As far as I can see, she made 14 feet of water in the first ten minutes after the collision. That's not very fast. She should live... another... hour and a half. Yes. About that, I should think.

Captain Edward J. Smith: There must be no panic.

Andrews: No.

Captain Edward J. Smith: You'll be careful of what you say to the passengers.

Andrews: Of course... How many people are there on board?

Captain Edward J. Smith: 2,200, or more. And room in the boats for...? How many?

Andrews: 1,200.

Captain Edward J. Smith: I don't think the Board of Trade regulations ever visualized this situation. Do you?

Engineer: She's making water fast sir. The mail hold's practically full already.

Captain Edward J. Smith: Aren't the pumps working?

First Officer William Murdoch: Yes sir.

Captain Edward J. Smith: [indicates engineer can return to his job] Thank you.

Fourth Officer Joseph Boxhall: The engine room says they'll need more. They're rigging them now.

Ismay: This is most unfortunate, Captain.

Captain Edward J. Smith: Yes sir.

Ismay: Do you think the ship is seriously damaged?

Captain Edward J. Smith: I'm afraid she is.

[sees Andrews arrive on the bridge]

Captain Edward J. Smith: Excuse me.

Ismay: [to Murdoch] How long is this likely to delay us?

First Officer William Murdoch: Not long, I expect, sir.

Captain Edward J. Smith: [to Andrews, quietly] We've struck a berg. I think she's badly damaged. I would like to know *how* badly.

Andrews: Right. I'll go down and have a look.

Andrews: Why have we stopped?

Sixth Officer James Moody: Bit of trouble, sir. With the Captain's compliments, will you please join him on the bridge?

Andrews: Now?

Sixth Officer James Moody: If you please, sir.

John Wesley Woodward: Woodward "what's the use no one's listening?"

John Wesley Woodward: Hartley "People don't listen when they're eating, but we play just the same, isn't that so sir?"

Andrews: Andrews "they say it helps the digestion."

Wallace Hartley - Orchestra Leader: Hartley "exactly that's because it soothes the nerves."

Wallace Hartley - Orchestra Leader: Hartley: "right, Number 24." Number 24 is Chopin's Funeral March, a dirge

Andrews: There are cum stains all over the sheets.

Nick: Very impressive.

Gus: He got off before he got offed.

Andrews: I didn't actually see anything in his flat, sir, but he could have gone in and taken the little girl's things any time this morning.

Newhouse: Why should he, I wonder.

Andrews: Bloody pervert, if you want my opinion, sir. Kept on asking Rogers to strike him.

Newhouse: Please, Andrews, he works for the BBC.