Private Vasquez Quotes in Aliens (1986)


Private Vasquez Quotes:

  • Private Hudson: Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?

    Private Vasquez: No. Have you?

  • Ripley: How many drops is this for you, Lieutenant?

    Lieutenant Gorman: Thirty eight... simulated.

    Private Vasquez: How many *combat* drops?

    Lieutenant Gorman: Uh, two. Including this one.

    Private Drake: Shit.

    Private Hudson: Oh, man...

  • Private Vasquez: Look, man. I only need to know one thing: where they are.

    Private Drake: Go, Vasquez. Kick ass.

    Private Vasquez: Anytime, anywhere, man!

    Private Hudson: Right, right. Somebody said "alien" she thought they said "illegal alien" and signed up!

    Private Vasquez: Fuck you, man!

    Private Hudson: Anytime, anywhere.

  • Private Vasquez: You always were an asshole, Gorman!

  • 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 Vasquez: LET'S ROCK!

    [open fires]

  • 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.

    [Ripley smiles]

  • 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!

  • Private Vasquez: Hey, mira, who's Snow White?

    Corporal Ferro: She's supposed to be some kinda consultant. Apparently she saw an alien once.

    Private Hudson: Whoopee-fuckin'-do. Hey, I'm impressed.

  • [only in special edition]

    [discussing where the eggs come from]

    Private Hudson: Maybe it's like an ant-hive?

    Private Vasquez: Bees, man. Bees have hives!

  • 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.

    Newt: Ripley.

    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?

  • Private Vasquez: Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast!

  • Private Vasquez: Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast!

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