Dillon Quotes in Alien³ (1992)

Dillon: Why? Why are the innocent punished? Why the sacrifice? Why the pain? There aren't any promises. Nothing certain. Only that some get called, some get saved. She won't ever know the hardship and grief for those of us left behind. We commit these bodies to the void with a glad heart. For within each seed, there is a promise of a flower, and within each death, no matter how small, there's always a new life. A new beginning. Amen.

Dillon: You're all gonna die. The only question is how you check out. Do you want it on your feet? Or on your fuckin' knees... begging? I ain't much for begging! Nobody ever gave me nothing! So I say *fuck* that thing! Let's fight it!

Dillon: Do you have any faith, sister?

Ripley: Not much.

Dillon: Well, we've got a lot of faith here. Enough even for you.

Ripley: I thought women weren't allowed.

Dillon: Well, we've never had any before. But we tolerate anybody. Even the intolerable.

[Dillon saves Ripley from being raped]

Dillon: Take off. I gotta "re-educate" some of the brothers!

Dillon: I don't like losin' a fight. Not to nobody, not to nothin'. That damn thing out there's already killed half my men, got the other half scared shitless. As long as it's alive, sister, you're not gonna save any universe.

Ripley: I just wanted to, um, say thanks for what you said at the funeral. My friends would have appreciated it.

Dillon: Yeah, well you don't wanna know me, lady. I'm a murderer and rapist of women.

Ripley: Really?

[pause]

Ripley: Well, I guess I must make you nervous.

Dillon: Why should we put our ass on the line for you?

Ripley: Your ass is already on the line. The only question is, what're you gonna do about it?

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!

Dillon: I wanna get this thing, and I need you to do it! And if it won't kill you, then maybe that helps us fight it!

Morse: [to Ripley] What 85 is trying...

Aaron: [talking at the same time] Don't call me that!

Morse: ...to tell you is that we ain't got no entertainment center, no climate control, no video system, no surveillance, no freezers, no fucking ice cream, no rubbers, no women, no guns. All we got here is *shit*! Oh, what the hell are we even talkin' to her for? She's the one that brought the fucker. Why don't we just get her head and shove it through the FUCKING WALL!

Dillon: Morse. Why don't you shut the fuck up?

Dillon: [the inmates gather at assembly hall after the alien has escaped] All right. The fucking thing is loose. It's out there. The rescue team is on its way with guns and shit. Right now there isn't any place that's real safe. But we stay here, in the assembly hall. This place never had any fucking air conditioning. If it comes in it's gotta be through one of these doors. Now we post a guard to let us know if it's coming. In the meantime, you lay low, be ready and stay right... in case your time comes.

David: Don't you start bullshitting, Dillon. We're gonna be trapped in here like rats.

Dillon: You got a weapon? You got a blade? Then you take it out and you fucking use it!

Dillon: You just better be right about that thing not wanting you. Because if it wants out, that's how it's gonna go: through that alcove, through you.

Dillon: [the inmates are still reluctant to take on the alien before the rescue teams arrives] Right, Okay, just sit here on your asses. Fine.

Morse: How about if I sit here on my ass?

Dillon: No problem. Oh, I forgot. You're the guy that's made a deal with God to live forever, huh?

[to the others]

Dillon: And all the rest of you pussies, can sit it out too.

[about Ripley]

Dillon: Me and her'll do all the fighting.

Dillon: We're all gonna die, the only question is when. This is as good a place as any to take your first steps to heaven. The only question is how you check out.Do you wanna go on your feet? Or on your fucking knees, begging? I ain't much for begging! Nobody ever gave me nothin! So I say fuck that thing! Let's fight it!

Dillon: [the alien slashes Dillon's intestines out] Come on! That's all you've got? Is that all that you bite, motherfucker?

Ripley: Dillon?

Dillon: I've gotta hold it here.

Ripley: What about me?

Dillon: God will take care of you now, sister!

Aaron: [the inmates are trying to decide what to do next following Andrew's death] Okay, look, there's no way I can replace Andrews. He was a good man. I know you guys didn't appreciate him...

Dillon: Aaron, we don't wanna hear that shit now.

Ripley: I'm staying!

Dillon: Bullshit! There's gonna be ten tons of hot lead in here!

Ripley: I keep telling you I want to die!

Dillon: [Dillon grabs Ripley from behind] We got a deal, remember? It dies first, *then* you! I'm not gonna move without you! Now get going!

Dillon: There's nothing "for sure" in this place.

Ripley: We waste this thing, then you take care of me.

Dillon: No problem. Quick, easy and painless!

[Dutch is talking to the General]

Dutch: So why don't you use the regular army? What do you need us for?

Dillon: 'Cause some damn fool accused you of being the best.

[Dutch turns around and sees Dillon sitting in a chair in another room]

Dutch: Dillon! You son of a bitch!

[They arm wrestle in mid-air during a handshake, Dillon is apparently losing the contest]

Dutch: What's the matter? The CIA got you pushing too many pencils? Huh? Had enough?

Dillon: Make it easy on yourself, Dutch.

[Dillon begins to lose further]

Dillon: OK, OK, OK!

Dutch: You never did know when to quit, huh?

Dillon: Damned good to see ya, Dutch.

Dutch: What is this fucking tie business?

Dillon: Aw, come on, forget about my tie, man.

Dutch: What happened to you, Dillon? You used to be someone I could trust.

Dillon: I woke up. Why don't you? You're an asset. An expendable asset. And I used you to get the job done, got it?

Dillon: Look, we've been looking for this place for months. My men were in that chopper when it got hit! Hopper's orders were to go in and get my men and he disappeared.

Dutch: He didn't disappear. He was skinned alive!

Dutch: [Dutch approaches and grabs the shoulders of the prisoner who has spoken nothing but Spanish since her capture] Yesterday, what did you see?

Dillon: You're wasting your time.

Dutch: [to Anna] No more games.

Anna: I don't know what it was. It...

[surprised look on Dillon's face]

Dutch: Go on.

Anna: It changed colors, like the chameleon, it uses the jungle.

Dillon: You saying that Blain and Hawkins were killed by a fucking lizard? That's a bullshit psyche job. There's two to three men out there at the most. Fucking lizard.

Dutch: [Takes out his knife] What's your name?

Anna: Anna.

Dutch: Anna, this thing is hunting us. *All* of us. You know that?

[Anna nods, and Dutch cuts her bonds, setting her free]

Dillon: Goddamn jackpot. This is more than we ever thought we'd get. We finally got those bastards. We got 'em.

Dillon: Hold it Dutch, I'm going after Mac.

Dutch: That's not your style, Dillon.

Dillon: I guess I picked up some bad habbits from you, now get your people the hell out of here.

Dutch: You can't win this Dillon.

Dillon: Maybe I can get even.

[Dillon walks away]

Dutch: Dillon.

[Dutch throws a machine gun to Dillon. They look at each other, knowing this is probably goodbye]

Dillon: Just hold on to that goddamn chopper.

Mac: Hey, Dillon.

[Dillon comes over and sees Mac motion to the trees; Mac takes a blade puts it on Dillon's back, Dillon spins around, his gun aimed but then sees a scorpion on the end of the blade]

Dillon: Thanks!

Mac: [pauses] Anytime...

Dutch: Yesterday, what did you see?

Dillon: You're wasting your time.

Dutch: No more games!

Anna: I don't know what it was. It...

[surprised look on Dillon's face]

Dutch: Go on.

Anna: It changed colours, like the chameleon, it uses the jungle.

Dillon: You saying that Blain and Hawkins were killed by a fucking lizard? That's a bullshit psyche job. There is two to three men out there at the most. Fucking lizard.

Dutch: [examining Blain's body] No powder burns. No shrapnel.

Dillon: The wound's all fused, cauterized. What the hell could have done this to a man?

Dillon: [after a trap seemingly fails to attract the predator] So, what are you gonna try next? Cheese?

Dutch: Who's our backup?

Dillon: No such thing, ol' buddy. This is a one-way ticket. Once we cross that border, we're on our own.

Dutch: This is getting better by the minute.

Dillon: That's a real nasty habit you got there.

Dillon: Never knew how much I missed this, Dutch.

Dutch: You never were that smart.

Dillon: I don't know, Dutch. This is inhuman.

Dutch: [Dillon is losing at arm wrestling] What's the matter? The CIA got you pushing too many pencils? Huh? Had enough?

Dillon: Make it easy on yourself, Dutch.

[begins to loose further]

Dillon: OK, OK, OK!

Dillon: Dutch, the General's sayin' that a couple of our friends are about to get squeezed, and we can't let that happen. We need the best. That's why you're here.

Dutch: Go on.

Dillon: Simple setup. One-day operation. We pick up their trail at the chopper, run 'em down, grab those hostages and bounce back across the border before anybody knows we were there.

Dutch: Whaddya mean "we"?

Dillon: What's in it for you?

LA Jim: Twenty percent. You fight who I say, when I say.

Dillon: I don't think I'm the fighter you're lookin' for.

LA Jim: Well, I don't know either, but after what I saw last night, and from what I know, I think you owe it to yourself to find out.

Dillon: When do we start?

LA Jim: You got a girl?

Dillon: No.

LA Jim: [handing over some cash] Go get one tonight, 'cause tomorrow your legs are mine. Girls are like kryptonite to legs.

Dillon: The Philly Kid is dead! He died in prison. And "we?" You mean YOU. I took those fights to pay off your debt. Do you understand that? YOUR debt. I fight one more time and that's where it ends. One more fight.

Dave Foley: [Hands Dillon $20] Here's twenty. Who's calling up?

Dillon: Remember Eddie Fingers?

Dave Foley: Fella that got his hand busted up. Who's he looking for?

Dillon: Jimmy Scalise. Do you know him?

Dave Foley: Last time I heard he was in Florida, getting some sun. Does he find him?

Dillon: I don't know. I'm just a messenger boy.

Dave Foley: They give you numbers.

Dillon: Telephone numbers. I'm a law-abiding citizen. I got a liquor license.

Dave Foley: Uh, you work for a guy that's got a liquor license. Ever see him? You're a convicted felon.

Dillon: Like I say: I work for a guy got a liquor license. I forget sometimes.

Dave Foley: Want to forget this?

Dillon: I'd just as soon.

Dave Foley: You oughta get yourself a car.

Dillon: I don't drive. If I could afford a car, I wouldn't be taking twenty a week from you.

Dave Foley: Have a nice day.

Dillon: There's this truck. It bothers me. I know it sounds funny because I suppose you would think that what would be worrying me would be the guys in the truck or maybe some guy I don't even know watching me pretty close in the bar or something. But I have seen the truck. Put two guys in that truck, they could get the pope. The only time I see an engine like that is in a Cadillac. So you know you aren't gonna run away cuz that thing's gonna run right away with ya. In the windshield they got a crack on the passenger side. You open it right up, you stick a deer rifle out there. Now you're on the Mystic Bridge, that thing wheels up behind ya, the windshield's opening up and I ask ya, what are you gonna do now? You're gonna make a good act of contrition is what you're gonna do. I mean, sure, I don't drive. The only time I'm on that bridge is coming home from the track on the bus. Do you see what I'm gettin' at? I know these guys. They're serious. I know them very well. They got a truck for guys that drive cars and they got something else for guys that walk, like me.

The Man's contact man: [asking Dillon to commit a hit] The man says tonight.

Dillon: Look, when I hit somebody, I do it right - not like some Goddamned kid who found his girl fuckin' someone else.

The Man's contact man: Now... he said tonight...

Dillon: [interrupting] ... he says - he says... Look, five grand in front.

The Man's contact man: Look, you get it when you do the job.

Dillon: Who would make a hit on the cuff? Look, that's not the way it happens, and the man knows that, and I'm beginnin' to wonder if he sent you.

The Man's contact man: Now, look...

Dillon: Noe, look nothin'... I treat a man with respect. I expect to be treated with a little respect. The man knows how I work, what I do. That's why he wants me. I did the Polack and Jimmy the Whale, so he knows what I can do, so he knows with me strictly cash inadvance. No money - no hit! No credit cards whatsoever!

Dillon: Do you kiss your mum with that mouth?

Kerrys: Nah, but I kissed yours.

Dillon: Ray, you are not gonna taco.

Dillon: [Using a Mexican accent] You've destroyed the structural integrity of your vehicle, man - it's gonna taco.

Dillon: [Parks cocks a pistol at him] Look, boss, I just scratched it on a rock.