Insurance Man Quotes in Aliens (1986)

Insurance Man: Thank you Ripley, that will be all.

Ripley: [aggravated] Goddammit, that's not all! 'Cause if one of those things gets down here then that *will* be all! And all this...

[Ripley grabs up a few pieces of paper]

Ripley: This *bullshit* you think is so important...

[Ripley tosses the paper, scattering them]

Ripley: You can just kiss all of that goodbye!

Henrietta 'Henry' Robbins: We put this claim in three months ago; we have paid our premiums promptly for three years, so how come you can't pay us on time?

Insurance Man: Took your husband's watch?

Henrietta 'Henry' Robbins: That's right.

Insurance Man: And you put a value on it of... $165.

Henrietta 'Henry' Robbins: That's what it cost. I'm still paying the installments.

Insurance Man: Your husband drives a taxi... Isn't that an expensive item for a... cab driver?

Henrietta 'Henry' Robbins: It was his birthday present.

Insurance Man: ...If you insist... we'll pay, but we will have to cancel your policy.

Henrietta 'Henry' Robbins: [raising her voice] CANCEL IT? FOR WHAT; PUTTING IN A CLAIM?

Insurance Man: Just think about it. He may be robbed again... and you won't have ANY insurance.

Henrietta 'Henry' Robbins: What's the use of having insurance if you can't collect?

Insurance Man: Peace of mind.

Henrietta 'Henry' Robbins: [softly] Ohhh.

Insurance Man: It's gotta be in excellent working condition, all right? Insurance company won't give you no money for a car that doesn't run. Ca-can you hang with this?

Chauncy: Yeah, I'll hook you up. Be here tomorrow night at about, uh, about ten-thirty.

Insurance Man: I'm-I'm sorry. Did you? Are you sure you mean tomorrow night?

Chauncy: D-d-do I stutter, motherfucker?

Insurance Man: No, no problem. Tomorrow night. That's fine.

Chauncy: Did I stutter, motherfucker?

Insurance Man: No, you're right.

Chauncy: What? You scared to come through this neighborhood at night, motherfucker? Huh?

Insurance Man: [timidly] No problem.

Chauncy: You ain't too scared to have a black man steal for your funky ass, are you?

Insurance Man: You're right.

Chauncy: Man, get the fuck out of here? Don't bring your narrow ass up in here no more! Go on back to Westwood where you belong!

[the Insurance Man runs away]

Chauncy: Hope you find your way down Compton Avenue, motherfucker!