Private Frost Quotes in Aliens (1986)

Private Frost: Hot as hell in here.

Private Hudson: Yeah man, but it's a dry heat!

[Ripley slaps away the tray of food Bishop offers her]

Private Frost: I guess she don't like the cornbread, either.

[pulling out his pump-action shotgun]

Corporal Hicks: I like to keep this handy... for close encounters.

Private Frost: I heard *that*.

Lieutenant Gorman: [to Apone over the radio] Look, uh, Apone.

[Apone snaps his fingers, bringing his troops to a halt]

Lieutenant Gorman: Look, we can't have any firing in there. I, uh... I want you to collect magazines from everybody.

Private Hudson: Is he fuckin' crazy?

Private Frost: What the hell are we supposed to use, man, harsh language?

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.

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]

Private Frost: Man, I'm telling you, I got a bad feeling about this drop.

Private Crowe: You always say that, Frost. You always say, "I got a bad feeling about this drop."

Private Frost: Okay, okay. When we get back without you, I'll call your folks.

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.

Private Frost: Hey, I sure wouldn't mind getting some more of that Arcturian poontang! Remember that time?

Private Spunkmeyer: Yeah, Frost, but the one that you had was a male!

Private Frost: It doesn't matter when it's Arcturian, baby!

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.