Dallas Quotes in Jason X (2001)

[Jason slices an alien in half in an alien simulation]

Azrael: What the hell?

Dallas: I thought this was an alien sim.

Azrael: Yeah, it is. Pause play.

[Jason moves towards them]

Azrael: I said, "pause play."

Dallas: He's not pausing.

Azrael: Yeah, I know that.

[Jason stops in front of them]

Azrael: I think we need to re-boot.

[Jason slashes Azrael's torso from his collarbone to his abdomen]

Azrael: That does not count as a kill.

Dallas: [laughing] Yes, it does.

[Jason then decapitates Dallas, his head roles to the floor]

Dallas: Okay, screw this. Game over.

Dallas: All right, listen, whatever happens inside, the only person that can't get hurt is Kelly, all right? We all protect Kelly.

Drew: What is this, the Titanic? Screw the women and children first shit, man.

Dallas: Look, asshole, unless you can fly the helicopter, shut the fuck up.

Dallas: [to Ricky] Get to the chopper!

Dale: This plan is stupid. Let's just leave town now.

Dallas: 'Cause we're not going to make it out of town without weapons, dickhead. You're too stupid to talk, Dale. Shut up.

Kelly O'Brien: It doesn't make any sense. Gilliam Circle is right in the center of town. We'll be surrounded by those things.

Dallas: Wait a second... what are you saying?

Kelly O'Brien: I think the colonel was lying.

Darcy Benson: That's crazy. The government doesn't lie to people.

Kelly O'Brien: The army thinks about containment first. They can't risk this getting any worse.

Morales: Help is a few miles down that road and they're waiting for us. Now, it you won't drive us there, I will.

Dallas: Eddie, if she's right, the only thing down that road are more of those things.

Morales: You're not seriously considering this.

Dallas: I'm considering whatever keeps us alive.

Kelly O'Brien: Which means getting out of this town.

Darcy Benson: There are only two helicopters in town, but one's in the airport.

Dallas: No, it's too far. We'll never make it.

Ricky: The other one's at the hospital.

Morales: The people at the hospital probably used it to get out.

Kelly O'Brien: That's a chance we have to take.

Morales: If you're wrong and the helicopter's gone, we're all dead.

Kelly O'Brien: If I'm right, they're dead if they follow you.

Dallas: GET TO THE CHOPPER !

Dallas: You want some help?

Morales: I don't know, Dallas.

Dallas: Come on. I'll ride in the back.

Dallas: Why don't we just climb down from where they threw your keys?

Ricky: So Jesse can see me climb out covered in shit? No thanks.

Dallas: Wait a second. We're gonna be covered in shit?

Kelly O'Brien: Everyone, get in the Stryker! I'll drive.

Dallas: You sure you can drive that thing? All right, I'll get on the gun.

Kelly O'Brien: Don't miss.

Dallas: Don't crash.

Dallas: [to Kelly after the chopper crashes] I thought I told you not to crash.

Dallas: Eddie, people are dying. We need guns.

Morales: The National Guard'll be here soon.

Dallas: Not soon enough.

[In Georgetown, Colorado, Philo walks up to Lynn's SUV, but she immediately takes off]

Philo Beddoe: Lynn!

Cholla: You Philo Beddoe?

Philo Beddoe: Do I know you?

Cholla: You're gonna.

[Philo walks down the alley towards Cholla, but then sees Woody and Dallas, the two widows who escaped Philo earlier in the valley; "Spaghetti Western" music plays]

Philo Beddoe: [notices Woody & Dallas] Yeah, last time I saw you two, you were going for a fast freight.

Dallas: Last time we saw you, you were dirt-diving in an alfalfa patch.

Woody: Philo Beddoe, your time has come.

[Biker's Theme sax intro; Elmo enters the Widow compound]

Cholla: You're late, pretty boy. I don't believe this.

Frank: Damn, I've never knowed nobody who hit so hard or so fast.

Elmo: Yeah. He could've been Denver Tank Murdock.

Frank: That's right.

Cholla: Sound like him?

Dallas: Don't know. Didn't get to see him so close as Elmo.

[Dallas and Woody laugh]

Elmo: At least I didn't drop my bike and run.

Frank: Yeah, like you two, goofy suckers!

Cholla: [screams] Shut up!

[the four quiets down]

Cholla: Now is it bad enough that you let somebody else kick your butts without you trying to do it to each other? Now if we're all talking about the same man, and I think we are... it appears he's got a rather growing collection of our bikes.

Frank: Yeah, but we don't know for sure if he took them or not. We were...

Woody: Unconcious for two hours!

[Dallas and Woody laughs again]

Elmo: [yells] That's not true!

Cholla: [screams] SHUT UP!

[Cholla hits Elmo in the groin with his cane]

Cholla: The very first thing we do is find out who we're talking about. I mean, we don't even know where to find him.

Elmo: How are we gonna find him?

Cholla: Well, it appears to me that there can't be too many guys driving around this valley with an ape.

Dallas: You have been drinking a little, hm?

Sean Mercer: No ma'am. I've been drinkin a lot.

[last lines]

Dallas: Oh, no... go away! Go away, now! Timbo, go away, go away. Timbo! Timbo, go away! Timbo...

[the bed collapses from the elephant's weight]

Sean Mercer: Aawwww...

Dallas: Go away!

Dallas: I went on as a day player. On this porn film in LA. Just to see what it was like. Right? So I spent 5 hours with this guy ramming his dick up my ass and these two women licking my clit. Not what you expect, though - it's just acting. At first, it was great. And then you have some prick director who comes over and yells "Cut!" in your face and some queen make-up artist who comes over every couple of minutes to touch up the make-up that's being slobbered off of your tits. So you don't really have a chance to enjoy it. Finally, I just walked off the set. Cool experience, though. You got a hard-on, Jarv?

Dallas: I've gotta tell you, Casey. I'm not impressed. After everything I heard about you, I thought you were gonna be more like... me. But you are a sheep like all the rest.

Casey: There will come a time, when even you can't handle it any more. You'll pack it up... or you'll put a bullet in that pretty little head of yours, or someone else will.

Dallas: Well, look at that. Have you done this before?

Dallas: Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you til you cum. I'll let you betray your wife thoroughly.

[Casey is tied to a chair, Dallas is holding a gun on him]

Dallas: So, it looks like we're gonna have to wait for Nick. What should we do to kill some time? I know... Let's fuck.

Casey: [sarcastically] That's happening. Even if you weren't the most disgusting bitch I've ever met, I'd have to decline. You see, I'm a married man.

Dallas: You seem to be under the impression that you have a choice here.

[Dallas goes to the stereo and picks a CD to play]

Dallas: You'll appreciate the irony here.

[Dallas picks up a photo of Casey's wife, licks it, and puts it on the counter behind him]

Dallas: She wanted to watch.

Casey: Fuck you, bitch.

[Dallas slaps Casey hard across the face]

Casey: There's no fucking way you'll ever get me inside you.

[lyrics: "I don't know why I can't help myself"]

Dallas: [leans in close] You wanna bet?

[Casey's phone "moos"]

Dallas: Your cow is calling you.

Casey: [Dallas arrives at the Casey's house] Can I help you?

Dallas: May I.

Casey: All right, may I help you?

Dallas: So you're Casey?

Casey: That's right.

Dallas: I'm a friend of Nick's.

Casey: I bet you are.

Dallas: May I come in?

Casey: Nick is not here right now.

Dallas: I'll wait.

Casey: I'm a little busy.

Dallas: Well, I'll be real quiet.

[Sneaks under Casey's arm into the house]

Casey: Look, lady, I just told you I'm a little busy.

Dr. Jarvis: It's quite all right, Mr. Wells, I think I would enjoy speaking with your friend.

Casey: She's not my friend, I don't know who the fuck she is.

Dallas: Just get the fucking coffee and let's go.

Billy Hill: This ain't exactly Brazil. I coulda pissed you a fuckin' cup by now.

Nick: [to Cashier] HEY? You're out of Chocolate Mac!

Cashier: Sorry. No Chocolate Macadamia. You will please have something else?

Nick: [filling cup] Fuckin' Hazelnut...

Cashier: [ringing up cash register] That will be one dollar and eight cents.

Nick: The sign says "All coffee: 69 cents."

Cashier: I am very sorry, but that is a 44-ounce cup and the largest coffee cup is 20 ounces. Therefore, I must charge you 99 cents, plus tax, the price of a large fountain drink.

Nick: That's bullshit! That sign says "Coffee: all sizes", not "all sizes up to 20 ounces."

Cashier: I'm humbly sorry, but you must pay 99 cents, plus tax, for that cup.

Dallas: Just pay the bitch the dollar-eight and let's get the FUCK outta here!

Nick: Fine, but it's bullshit. Just get me my fuckin' snackie cake.

Cashier: I'm sorry. I cannot do that. That is *only* available with the 20-ounce coffee. That is not a 20-ounce coffee.

Billy Hill: This bitch is gettin' on my nerves, man. Forget it!

Dallas: Just give him the fuckin' danish.

Nick: That sign says, "Free snackie cake." I paid a dollar and eight cents for my coffee. I want my free snackie cake!

Cashier: I *cannot* do that.

Dallas: [puts snackie cake on the counter] Here. Hmmm? Take it!

Nick: That's apple cinnamon! I wanted cream cheese.

Billy Hill: For fuck's sake, pay her the money and let's go.

Nick: [scoffs] Fine! Either of you got something smaller than a Ben?

Cashier: [Billy opens his case and hands Nick a $50] I'm sorry. I cannot accept any moneys over a $20 bill.

Billy Hill: [frustrated] That's it...

Cashier: I should not sell it to you anyway, as that cup is very hot and might burn you. You are very strange. I'm going to call the police.

Dallas: Fuck this. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!... BLAM!

[Casey is tied to a chair]

Dallas: Now...

Dallas: [puts her boot to his crotch] Answer my questions, before you start losing appendages.

Dallas: Do you like pornos?

Dr. Jarvis: Excuse me?

Dallas: You know, pornos. Fuck films. Surely, you've heard stories.

Dr. Jarvis: [uncomfortable] Yes, I've heard stories, but I've never... I've never really given them that much thought.

Dallas: I love them, especially fag flicks. Their big cocks sliding in and out of each other. Fuck, that gets me so wet, they have to steam-clean the seat after I leave.

Dallas: [leans back] In fact, mmm...

Dallas: [grabs her crotch] I'm getting wet just talking about it.

Dallas: [Dallas's tied up Casey] Well, Case, it's you and I. So what do you think?

Casey: How my wife is gonna have my ass when she finds out I let some dyke in a pink rubber dress blow off a chance for Happy Meals and diaper wipes.

Dallas: It's red, asshole.

[points gun at him]

Dallas: Or is it?

Dallas: You can keep the smack and I'll take the money.

Casey: Money? What fucking money?

Dallas: Looks like we're going around circles here.

[Puts a gun to his head]

Dallas: I need two mill, Casey. Now let me...

Casey: Now let me explain something to you. I am not a drug dealer. It's been four years since I've seen any drugs. I'm an architect. I'm a little happy Republican who spends the majority of his time trying to figure out how to pay the fucking bills and how make my wife happy.

Dallas: Tell me, you're not one of those Freudian sub-intellectuals who waste all their time fixating on penis envy.

Dr. Jarvis: Well, sex *is* a prime motivator. I mean, indirectly, I believe sex is behind most of our major thought processes.

Dallas: You think so?

Dr. Jarvis: Absolutely.

Dallas: Do you like pornos?

[As Eggstrum approaches.]

Ace Hunter: Here comes The Egg...

Dallas: And that's no "yolk."

Eggstrum: Dallas, when a person doesn't have less on, they have...?

Dallas: "More on"?

Eggstrum: Exactly.

Dallas: Well, I know how you feel, and I've been there myself. Let me see. One time before I made a jump into the night, an old buddy of mine told me something that made me feel a whole lot better.

Ace Hunter: What, what did he tell you to do?

Dallas: Well, he said, "You love 'em in blue and you love them in red. But most of all you love them in blue."

Ace Hunter: That's totally inapplicable to anything that's going on here. And it's _dumb_. Who told you that?

Dallas: You did!

Ace Hunter: But it's very wise. Very wise.

Byrne-White: What's your rank?

Dallas: Rank? Why ain't nobody got a rank in Megaforce. 'Cept the Commander, but we all call him Hunter.

Dallas: Well, you gotta live no matter what happens.

Ringo Kid: Look, Miss Dallas. You got no folks... neither have I. And, well, maybe I'm takin' a lot for granted, but... I watched you with that baby - that other woman's baby. You looked... well, well I still got a ranch across the border. There's a nice place - a real nice place... trees... grass... water. There's a cabin half built. A man could live there... and a woman. Will you go?

Dallas: But you don't know me - you don't know who I am.

Ringo Kid: I know all I wanna know. Will you go?

Dallas: Oh, don't talk like that!

Dallas: [the ladies of the Law and Order League are running Dallas out of town; Doc Boone is being thrown out by his landlady] Doc, haven't I any right to live? What have I done?

Dr. Josiah Boone: We're the victims of a foul disease called social prejudice, my child. These dear ladies of the Law and Order League are scouring out the dregs of the town.

Dr. Josiah Boone: [Offering Dallas his arm, then making a reference to the French Revolution] Take my arm, Madame le Comtesse. The tumbrel awaits. To the guillotine!

Dallas: Fact is, the law says you cannot touch!

[smiles]

Dallas: But I think I see a lotta lawbreakers up in this house tonight...

Dallas: Will you welcome to the stage, the one, the only... Magic Mike!

Dallas: He's young, good looking...

[about The Kid]

Mike Martingano: He can't dance for sure.

Dallas: He can't dance for shit, but that is teachable.

Dallas: [to The Kid] You are the husband they never had! You are that dreamboat guy that never came along!

Alamein: Who's this thing?

Dallas: Maori Smurf.

Boy: So what you guys been up to?

Dallas: We are self employed now

Boy: What's your job?

Dallas: Chucking mud at those cows

Dallas: We gotta win that fight tonight. We gotta get even with those Socs! Let's do it for Johnny, man. We'll do it for Johnny!

Johnny: Leave her alone, Dal.

Dallas: What'd you say?

Johnny: Come on, you heard me. Leave her alone.

Dallas: What'd you say, you little shit? What'd you say to me? Wiseass.

[Dallas yells at a doctor after seeing Johnny die]

Dallas: WHY DO YOU BOTHER HELPING PEOPLE, HUH? It doesn't do any good.

Dallas: [passing Ponyboy while lying on a stretcher at the hospital after saving the children from the burning church] You ever pull a stunt like that again, I'll kill you.

Dallas: I don't like little kids. I just, I just don't like them.

Nurse: What's happened to your gown?

Dallas: I threw it away.

Nurse: [rolls eyes] I can't wait till you're outta here.

Dallas: Get out, just get out! You're making me sick in my stomach.

[laughs]

Johnny: What's goin' on, Dal?

Dallas: [Smoking a cigarette] We're early.

Ponyboy: What do you want to do?

Dallas: [Smiles] Nothin' legal, man. Let's get outta here.

Cherry: Can't you leave us alone? BE NICE AND LEAVE US ALONE!

Dallas: I'm never nice. Can I interest you in a Coca-Cola or a 7-Up?

Cherry: GET LOST, HOOD!

Motorcycle Cop: [Pulls Dallas over for speeding] Where's the fire?

Dallas: [Lying] This kid fell off his motorcycle, I'm taking him to the hospital.

Motorcycle Cop: Is he hurt bad?

Dallas: How should I know? I ain't no doc.

[Cop goes away]

Dallas: Sucker.

Dallas: Here, I thought this might cool you off.

[hands Cherry a coke and sits right next to her]

Cherry: [takes the straw out of her coke and throws it in Dally's face] Maybe that'll cool YOU off, Greaser... when you learn to talk and act decent, then maybe I'll cool off too.

Dallas: [wipes some of the coke off his face and goes in for Cherry] Firey, huh? Just the way I like them!

Cherry: [tries to push Dallas off] GET OFF OF ME!

Dallas: Come on...

Johnny: Look, leave her alone, Dal!

Dallas: What'd you say?

Johnny: [a little bit frightened] Come on Dal, you heard me.

Dallas: What'd you say? What'd you say you little shit? What'd you say to me?

Johnny: Come on...

Dallas: Wiseass!

[seconds later he gets up and leaves]

Ponyboy: Now you blew it.

Cherry: [Turns to Johnny] Thank you... he had me scared to death!

Johnny: You sure didn't show it. Ain't nobody ever talk to Dal like that!

Cherry: From what I saw, you do.

Dallas: What do you guys want?

Ponyboy: Johnny killed a Soc.

Dallas: What? Alright. Good for you. Let's go.

Johnny: Well I figured you could get us out if anyone could, Dal. I- I'm sorry I got you away from this party and all but I just don't know what to do, man.

Dallas: Nah. I was just uh... I was just trying to get some sleep. I got in a fight with Sheppard tonight. Wait a minute. Let me think about this mess. Get in.

[pulls Ponyboy and Johnny inside]

Dallas: Ponyboy, are you wet?

Dallas: You think my old man gives a hang if I'm dead in a car wreck or drunk or in jail or something, he doesn't care but that doesn't bother me. You're not going anywhere.

["shooting" at cops]

Dallas: You're never gonna get me alive!

Dallas: I'm sorry. I didn't know you had this problem with yelling in my face.

Dallas: Johnny, you don't know what a few months in jail can do to you, man. You get mean in jail, I just don't wanna see that happen to you like it happened to me, man. Understand?

Dallas: You'd better wise up, Pony... you get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothing can touch you, man.

Dallas: I was crazy, you know that, Pony? I was crazy for wanting Johnny to stay out of trouble. If he was smart, like me, he wouldn't be in this mess. If he was smart like me, he wouldn't have ran into that church man. You better wise up Pony. You better wise up man. You get TOUGH like me and you don't get hurt! You watch out for yourself, and nothing can touch you man!

Dallas: Don't you know a rumble ain't a rumble without me?

[repeated line]

Dallas: [muttering] Sucker.

[the church is on fire]

Johnny: What's going on?

Ponyboy: Wonder how that started.

Dallas: Jesus Christ!

Dallas: [at the drive-inn, Dallas, Ponyboy and Johnny sit behind two girls, both Socs] Some cute redhead, huh?

Dallas: [leans forward and into Cherry's ear] Are you a reeaal red?

Dallas: [she giggles slightly, but keeps her eyes on the movie] Are you real? How can I find out if this is your real red hair? If this is the same red hair that you have on your... your...

[motioning to her skirt, then quickly to her face]

Dallas: ... these eyebrows.

Cherry: [Dallas sits back and laughs. Cherry gives him an incredulous glare] Get your feet off my chair and shut your trap.

Dallas: Who's gonna make me, huh?

[rolling his eyes]

Dallas: Who, your boyfriend?

Cherry: You'd better leave us alone, or I'll call the cops.

Dallas: [sarcastically, in mock fright] Oh, my, my! You've got me scared to death. What am I gonna do now, Pony? This girl's making me shake.

Cherry: Can't you just leave us alone? Be nice and leave us alone?

Dallas: [grins] I'm never nice.

Dallas: [sitting up next to her again] Can I interest you in a Coca-Cola, or a...

Cherry: [interrupting] Get lost, hood!

Dallas: Wow, I'm sorry, I didn't know you had this problem with... yelling in my face.

Dallas: [stands up] Alright, I'll go. I know when I'm not wanted.

Ponyboy: I'm freezing, man.

Dallas: Why didn't you bring a coat, stupid?

Ponyboy: I forgot.

Dallas: Man, I thought New York was the only place to end up in a murder rap, Jesus Christ!

[a little girl with a kid comes over to Dally, Ponyboy, and Johnny]

Little Girl: Do you have 15 cents?

Dallas: I don't have any money.

Little Girl: Do you have a dime?

Dallas: Go away. We're busy here.

Little Girl: Do you...?

Dallas: [Annoyed by now] Go away! Get out of here!

Dallas: [When she is gone] That was a close call.

Dallas: Are you a real redhead? Are you real? How can I find out if this is your real red hair? If this is the same red hair you have on your, uh, your, your, these eyebrows.

Dallas: [after Ponyboy gets jumped] How's the kid?

Ponyboy: I'm fine. What are you doin' outta the cooler, Dal?

Steve: Yeah? And what are you doin' walkin' by your lonesome on the street?

Ponyboy: It's none of your business, smarty.

Steve: What do you mean, none of my business? It is my business. Look at my nose!

Ponyboy: It's huge.

Steve: Smartass. He is a smartass kid.

Cherry: GET LOST, HOOD!

Dallas: God, I didn't know you had this problem with, with yelling in my face.

Dallas: [to the little kids in the lot] What? Look, now don't get wise. I don't like little kids, just don't like 'em. GET OUT OF HERE!

[chases kids out of the lot]

Dallas: You think my old man gives a hang if im dead in a car wreck, or drunk, or in jail or somethin', he doesn't care, but that doesn't bother me none. You're not going anywhere.

Dallas: [to Johnny. who lay dying in the hospital bed] So this is what you get for helpin' people, huh? You punk!

Eclipse, Dallas, others: [after the re-building of the Mustang] When we're in a sober mood, we worry, work and think. When we're in a drunken mood, we gamble, play and drink. But when our moods are over, when our time is come to pass, we hope they bury us upside down, so the warden can kiss our ass!

Dallas: Amen!

Dallas: Something has attached itself to him. We have to get him to the infirmary right away.

Ripley: What kind of thing? I need a clear definition.

Dallas: An organism. Open the hatch.

Ripley: Wait a minute. If we let it in, the ship could be infected. You know the quarantine procedure. Twenty-four hours for decontamination.

Dallas: He could die in twenty-four hours. Open the hatch.

Ripley: Listen to me, if we break quarantine, we could all die.

Lambert: Look, could you open the god-damned hatch? We have to get him inside.

Ripley: No. I can't do that and if you were in my position, you'd do the same.

Dallas: Ripley, this is an order. Open that hatch right now, do you hear me?

Ripley: Yes.

Dallas: Ripley. This is an order. Do you hear me?

Ripley: Yes. I read you. The answer is negative.

Ripley: Did you ever ship out with Ash before?

Dallas: I went out five times with another science officer. They replaced him two days before we left Thedus with Ash. Hm?

Ripley: I don't trust him.

Dallas: Well, I don't trust anybody.

Dallas: Well... some of you may have figured out we're not home yet, we're only half way there. Mother's interrupted the course of our journey. She's programmed to do that should certain conditions arise. They have. It seems that she has... intercepted a transmission of unknown origin. She got us up to check it out.

Ripley: A transmission? Out here?

Lambert: What kind of a transmission?

Dallas: Acoustical beacon. It, uh... repeats at intervals of twelve seconds.

Kane: S.O.S.?

Dallas: I don't know.

Ripley: Human?

Dallas: Unknown.

[Kane wakes up from his comatose state]

Parker: How ya doin'?

Kane: Terrific. Next silly question?

[they laugh, Ash hands him a cup of water]

Kane: Oh, thank you.

Dallas: You remember anything about the planet?

[Kane shakes his head]

Ripley: What's the last thing you do remember? Huh?

Kane: I remember some... horrible dream about... smothering? I don't know... Anyway, where are we?

Dallas: We're right here.

Ripley: We're on our way home!

Brett: Yeah, back to the ole freezerinos. Ahaha.

Dallas: [looks at a pen being dissolved by alien's body fluid] I haven't seen anything like that except, uh, molecular acid.

Brett: It must be using it for blood.

Parker: It's got a wonderful defense mechanism. You don't dare kill it.

Dallas: [observing the Space Jockey] Alien life form. Looks like it's been dead a long time. Fossilized. Looks like it's growing out of the chair.

[climbs up for a closer look]

Dallas: Bones are bent outward, like he exploded from inside.

[Director's Cut only]

Lambert: [slapping Ripley] You bitch!

Brett: Easy!

Parker: Hey! Hey!

Lambert: You were gonna leave us out there!

Dallas: Alright. Ripley, when I give an order I expect to be obeyed.

Ripley: Even if it's against the law?

Dallas: You're goddamn right!

Brett: [realizing Nostromo has changed its course and they have to investigate] Well, so what?

Kane: Well, we are obligated under section eight...

Parker: I hate to bring this up but, uh, this a commercial ship, not a rescue ship...

Brett: Right.

Parker: ...and it's not in my contract to do this kind of duty. Now what about the money? If you wanna give me some money to do it, I'll be happy to, uh, t-to, you know, oblige.

Brett: The man's right.

Dallas: Parker...

Parker: Let's go over the bonus situation. We haven't... Can we just talk about the bonus situation?

Ash: I'm sorry, can I say something?

Parker: Let's talk about the bonus more.

Ash: There is a clause in the contract which specifically states any systematized transmission indicating a possible intelligent origin must be investigated.

Parker: I don't wanna hear it...

Brett: We don't know if it's intelligent.

Parker: I wanna go home and party.

Dallas: Parker, will you just listen to the man?

Ash: On penalty of total forfeiture of shares. No money.

Dallas: You got that?

Parker: [chuckling] Well, yeah.

Dallas: All right, we're going in.

Parker: [to Brett] Yeah, we're going in, aren't we?

Dallas: Now, this air shaft may work to our advantage. Here. It leads up to and comes out in the main airlock. All right, there's only one big opening along the way, we can cover that up, and then we... drive it into the airlock and zap it into outer space.

Parker: How? This son of a bitch is huge! I mean, it's like a man; it's... it's big!

Ash: [softly] Kane's son.

Lambert: Well, how about a little something to lower your spirits?

Dallas: Thrill me, would ya?

Lambert: Well, based on my calculations, based on time spent getting to and from the planet...

Dallas: Just give me the short version, how far to Earth?

Lambert: Ten months.

Ripley: Oh god.

Ripley: Come on, Ash. I mean, the Science Department should be able to help us. What can we do to drive it?

Ash: Yes, well, it's adapted remarkably well to our atmosphere considering its nutritional requirements. The only thing we don't know about is temperature.

Ripley: Okay, what about temperature? What happens if we change it?

Ash: Let's try it. I mean most animals retreat from fire, yes?

Dallas: Fire, yeah.

Kane: I'll volunteer to be in the first group to go out.

Dallas: Yeah, that figures.

Parker: Uh, before we dock, I think we oughta discuss the bonus situation.

Brett: Right.

Parker: Brett and I, we think we oughta... we deserve full shares, right baby?

Brett: Right. You see, Mr. Parker and I feel that the bonus situation has never been on a-an equitable level.

Dallas: Well, you get what you're contracted for like everybody else.

Brett: Yes, but everybody else, uh, gets more than us.