Corporal Hicks Quotes in Aliens (1986)
Corporal Hicks Quotes:
Private Hudson: [after the drop ship crash] 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: [grabs him by the shirt] 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: [pause] 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...
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.
[Newt apes a salute]
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: [speaking under Hicks] I'll go.
Private Hudson: That's right, man.
Bishop: I'll go.
Private Hudson: Hey, why don't you go, man!
Bishop: [more loudly] I'll go.
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.
[Vasquez looks at Hudson with disgust]
Private Hudson: Good idea!
Bishop: Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.
Lieutenant Gorman: Hicks, meet me at the south lock. We're coming in.
Corporal Hicks: Roger.
Private Hudson: [to Vasquez] He's comin' in. I feel safer already.
Private Vasquez: Pendejo jerk off...
Private Hudson: [puts his rifle against Burke's head] I say we grease this rat-fuck son-of-a-bitch right now.
Corporal 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.
Corporal 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.
Private 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.
Corporal Hicks: All right, we waste him. No offense.
Ripley: No. He's gotta go back.
[a facehugger trapped in a stasis tube tries unsuccessfully to attack Burke]
Corporal Hicks: Looks like love at first sight to me. Oh, he likes you, Burke!
Corporal Hicks: [sticks shotgun right inside an alien's mouth] Eat this!
[pulling out his pump-action shotgun]
Corporal Hicks: I like to keep this handy... for close encounters.
Private Frost: I heard *that*.
Private Vasquez: [after barely surviving the alien surprise attack] All right. We got seven canisters of CM-20. I say we roll them in there and nerve gas the whole fuckin' nest.
Corporal Hicks: It's worth the try, but we don't know if that's gonna affect them.
Private Hudson: Look let's just bug out and call it even, okay? What are we even 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.
Private Hudson: Fuckin' A!
Burke: Hold on, hold on just a second. This installation has a substantial dollar value attached to it.
Ripley: They can *bill* me.
Burke: Okay, I know 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: [laughs feebly] Wrong.
Private Vasquez: Yeah. Watch us.
Private Hudson: Hey, maybe you haven't been keeping up on current events, but we just got our asses kicked, pal!
Burke: Look. I'm not blind to what's going on, but I cannot authorize that kind of action. I'm sorry.
Ripley: Well, I believe that Corporal Hicks... has authority here.
Burke: Corporal Hicks has...
Ripley: This operation is under military jurisdiction and Hicks is next in chain of command. Am I right, Corporal?
Corporal Hicks: Yeah... yeah, that's right.
Burke: Yeah... Look, Ripley, this is a multi-million dollar installation, okay? He can't make that kind of decision. He's just a grunt! Uh, no offense.
Corporal Hicks: [coldly] None taken.
Corporal Hicks: [into headset] Ferro, do you copy?
Corporal Ferro: [on comms] Standing by.
Corporal Hicks: Prepare for dust-off. We're gonna need immediate evac.
Corporal Ferro: [on comms] Roger. On our way.
Corporal Hicks: I say we take off, nuke the site from orbit.
[looks to Ripley]
Corporal Hicks: It's the only way to be sure.
Private Hudson: Sir?
Lieutenant Gorman: What is it, Hicks?
Private Hudson: Hudson, sir. He's Hicks.
[signals to Hicks]
Lieutenant Gorman: What's the question?
Private Hudson: Is this gonna be a standup fight, sir, or another bug hunt?
Lieutenant Gorman: All we know is that there's still no contact with the colony and that a xenomorph may be involved.
Private Frost: Excuse me, sir, a-a what?
Lieutenant Gorman: A xenomorph.
Corporal Hicks: It's a bug hunt.
Corporal Hicks: Remember: short, controlled bursts.
[the Marines are being torn apart by the aliens in the atmosphere processor hive]
Corporal Hicks: Where's Apone? Where's Apone?
Private Hudson: The Sarge is gone! Let's get the fuck outta here!
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]
Ripley: It's very pretty Bishop but what're we looking for?
Bishop: [pointing at gas coming from the reactor] That's it. The emergency venting.
Private Hudson: Oh, that's beautiful, man. Oh man, that-that-that just beats it all.
Corporal Hicks: How long till it blows?
Bishop: Four hours. With a blast radius of thirty kilometers, equal to about forty megatons.
Corporal Hicks: We got problems.
Private Hudson: I don't believe this. I don't fucking *believe* this!
Corporal Hicks: Vasquez, close the shutters.
Ripley: Why can't we shut it down from here?
Bishop: I'm sorry, the crash caused too much damage. An overload... is inevitable at this point.
Private Hudson: Oh, man... and I was getting short. Four more weeks and out. Now I'm going to bite it on this rock. It ain't fair, man!
Private Vasquez: Hudson, give us a break!
Private Hudson: Four more weeks. Oh, man...
Ripley: Well, we gotta get the other dropship from the Sulaco. I mean, there must be some way of bringing it down on remote.
Private 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.
Private Hudson: Think of what? We're *fucked*!
Corporal Hicks: [shouting over Hudson] Shut up!
Private Hudson: We're doomed!
Ripley: [pointing to part of gun Hicks is showing her] What's this?
Corporal Hicks: That's the grenade launcher. I don't think you want to mess with that.
Ripley: You started this. Show me everything. I can handle myself.
Corporal Hicks: [chuckles] Yeah, I noticed.
Ripley: See you, Hicks.
Corporal Hicks: Dwayne. It's Dwayne.
Corporal Hicks: [smiles weakly] Don't be gone long, Ellen.
Corporal Hicks: Drake, we are LEAVING!
Private Spunkmeyer: [during breakfast] What's this crap supposed to be?
Private Frost: Cornbread, I think.
Corporal Hicks: It's good for you, boy. Eat it.
Corporal Dietrich: Looks like some sort of secreted resin.
Corporal Hicks: Yeah, but secreted from what?
[Hudson is reading a motion detector which indicates the alien horde should have passed the door by now]
Private Hudson: It's reading right man, look!
Corporal Hicks: Well, you're not reading *it* right!
[after making a plan to weld the doors shut and put the sentry units]
Corporal Hicks: Outstanding. Now all we need is a deck of cards.
Corporal 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.
Private Hudson: [knowing that the Aliens are close, Hicks and Vasquez are welding the door shut] Movement. Signal's clean. Range, twenty meters.
Ripley: They've found a way in, something we've missed.
Corporal Hicks: We didn't miss anything.
Private Hudson: Seventeen meters.
Ripley: [checking the tracker] Something under the floor, not in the plans, I don't know.
Private Hudson: Fifteen meters.
Corporal Hicks: Definitely inside the barricades.
Newt: Let's go.
Private Hudson: Tweleve meters.
Ripley: That's right outside the door. Hicks, Vasquez get back.
Private Hudson: Man, this is a big fuckin' signal.
Corporal Hicks: How are we doing, Vasquez? Talk to me.
Private Vasquez: Almost there.
[they weld the door shut and step back away from the door]
Private Vasquez: They're right on us.
Corporal Hicks: Remember: short, controlled bursts.
Private Hudson: Nine meters. Seven. Six.
Ripley: That can't be; that's inside the room.
Private Hudson: It's reading right man, look!
Corporal Hicks: Then you're not reading *it* right.
Private Hudson: Five meters, man. Four. What the hell?
Ripley: Hicks, don't let him leave.
Corporal Hicks: We ain't goin' anywhere.
Corporal Hicks: Looks like the new lieutenant's too good to eat with the rest of us grunts.
Private Frost: Boy's definitely got a corncob up his ass.
Corporal 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 hands the rifle to Ripley]
Corporal Hicks: Feel the weight.
Ripley: Okay. What do I do?
Corporal Hicks: [after the dropship crash] Okay. Is this everything?
Private Hudson: Yeah.
[putting weapons on the table]
Corporal Hicks: Okay, this is absolutely everything we've salvaged from the APC wreckage. We have four M-41A pulse rifles, fifty rounds each. That's not good. We have these M-40 grenades.
[seeing Newt touching one of the grenades]
Corporal Hicks: Don't touch that. Dangerous, honey.
Ripley: Is that the only flamethrower?
Corporal Hicks: Yeah, it's only half-full, but it's functional. The other one is damaged, I don't know about that one.
[reaching for a box]
Corporal Hicks: But the good news is that we have these sentry emplacements. Kick-ass, I think they'll come in handy.
[Hudson is in the hall with the motion-reader to detect the aliens' approach]
Private Hudson: The signal's weird. There must be some intereference or something. There's movement all over the place!
Corporal Hicks: Get back to Operations! It's game time.
Corporal Hicks: [while fleeing the Aliens on the APC] Ripley, go, go, go!
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