Ripley Quotes in Aliens (1986)

Ripley: [when the alien queen threatens Newt] Get away from her, you bitch!

Private Hudson: [after the drop ship crash] Well, that's great. That's just fuckin' great, man! Now what the fuck are we supposed to do? We're in some real pretty shit now, man!

Corporal Hicks: [grabs him by the shirt] Are you finished?

Newt: I guess we're not gonna be leaving now, right?

Ripley: I'm sorry, Newt.

Newt: You don't have to be sorry. It wasn't your fault.

Private Hudson: That's it, man. Game over, man. Game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?

Burke: Maybe we can build a fire, sing a couple of songs, huh? Why don't we try that?

Newt: We'd better get back 'cause it'll be dark soon and they mostly come at night. Mostly.

Ripley: You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them fucking each other over for a goddamn percentage.

Ripley: How long after we're declared overdue can we expect a rescue?

Corporal Hicks: [pause] Seventeen days.

Private Hudson: Seventeen *days*? Hey man, I don't wanna rain on your parade, but we're not gonna last seventeen hours! Those things are gonna come in here just like they did before. And they're gonna come in here...

Ripley: Hudson!

Private Hudson: ...and they're gonna come in here AND THEY'RE GONNA GET US!

Ripley: Hudson! This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training.

[to Newt]

Ripley: Right?

[Newt apes a salute]

Private Hudson: Why don't you put her in charge?

Ripley: Did IQs just drop sharply while I was away?

Ripley: They cut the power.

Private Hudson: What do you mean *they* cut the power? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!

Ripley: Well, somebody's gonna have to go out there. Take a portable terminal, go out there and patch in manually.

Private Hudson: Oh yeah, sure! With those things runnin' around? You can count me out.

Corporal Hicks: Yeah, I guess we can just count you out of everything, Hudson.

Bishop: [speaking under Hicks] I'll go.

Private Hudson: That's right, man.

Bishop: I'll go.

Private Hudson: Hey, why don't you go, man!

Bishop: [more loudly] I'll go.

Ripley: What?

Bishop: I'll go. I mean, I'm the only one qualified to remote-pilot the ship anyway.

Private Hudson: Yeah right, man, Bishop should go.

[Vasquez looks at Hudson with disgust]

Private Hudson: Good idea!

Bishop: Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.

Newt: My mommy always said there were no monsters - no real ones - but there are.

Ripley: Yes, there are, aren't there?

Newt: Why do they tell little kids that?

Ripley: Most of the time it's true.

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...

Burke: [about the facehuggers] Look, those two specimens are worth millions to the bio-weapons division. Now, if you're smart, we can both come out of it as heroes and we'll be set up for life.

Ripley: You're crazy Burke, you know that? You really think that you can get a dangerous organism like that past ICC quarantine?

Burke: How can they impound it if they don't know about it?

Ripley: Oh, they *will* know about it, Burke, from me. Just like they'll know that you were responsible for the deaths of 158 colonists here.

Burke: Wait a second...

Ripley: You sent them to that ship.

Burke: You're wrong.

Ripley: I just checked the colony log. Dated 0-6-1-2-7-9, signed Burke, Carter J. You sent them out there and you didn't even warn them. Why didn't you warn them, Burke?

Burke: Okay, look. What if that ship didn't even exist, huh? Did you ever think about that? I didn't know! So now, if I went in and made a major security issue out of it, everybody steps in. Administration steps in, and there are no exclusive rights for anybody; nobody wins. So I made a decision and it was... wrong. It was a bad call, Ripley. It was a bad call.

Ripley: Bad call?

[Ripley grabs Burke by his vest and shoves him against a wall]

Ripley: These people are *dead*, Burke! Don't you have any idea what you have done here? Well, I'm gonna make sure they nail you right to the wall for this! You're not gonna sleaze your way out of this one! Right to the wall!

[Ripley lets go of Burke]

Burke: Ripley...! You know, I... I expected more from you. I thought you'd be smarter than this.

Ripley: I'm happy to disappoint you.

[Ripley leaves]

Ripley: These people are here to protect you. They're soldiers.

Newt: It won't make any difference.

Lieutenant Gorman: [referring to the knife game] I thought you never missed, Bishop.

[Ripley looks up to see a white milky substance leaking from between Bishop's thumb and index fingers]

Ripley: [to Burke in an accusatory tone] You never said anything about an android being on board! Why not?

Burke: Pff, it never... never occurred to me. It's just common practice. We always have a synthetic on board.

Bishop: I prefer the term "Artificial Person" myself.

Private Hudson: [puts his rifle against Burke's head] I say we grease this rat-fuck son-of-a-bitch right now.

Corporal Hicks: It just doesn't make any goddamn sense.

Ripley: He figured that he could get an alien back through quarantine, if one of us was... impregnated... whatever you call it, and then frozen for the trip home. Nobody would know about the embryos we were carrying... me and Newt.

Corporal Hicks: Wait a minute, now... we'd all know.

Ripley: Yes. The only way he could do it is if he sabotaged certain freezers on the way home... namely, yours. Then he could jettison the bodies and make up any story he liked.

Private Hudson: Fuck. He's dead. You're dog-meat, pal!

Burke: This is so nuts. I mean, listen - listen to what you're saying. It's paranoid delusion. How - It's really sad. It's pathetic.

Ripley: You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them fucking each other over for a goddamn percentage.

Corporal Hicks: All right, we waste him. No offense.

Ripley: No. He's gotta go back.

Bishop: [puzzled by Ripley's reaction towards him] Is there a problem?

Burke: I'm sorry. I don't know why I didn't even... Ripley's last trip out, the syn- the artificial person malfunctioned.

Ripley: "Malfunctioned"?

Burke: There were problems and a-a few deaths were involved.

Bishop: I'm shocked. Was it an older model?

Burke: Yeah, the Hyperdine System's 120-A2.

Bishop: Well, that explains it then. The A2s always were a bit twitchy. That could never happen now with our behavioral inhibitors. It is impossible for me to harm or by omission of action, allow to be harmed, a human being.

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]

[the Marines are all hard at work, preparing for the drop]

Ripley: Hey, I feel like kind of a fifth wheel around here. Is there anything I can do?

Sergeant Apone: I don't know, is there anything you can do?

Ripley: ...Well, I can drive that loader. I have a Class-2 rating.

Sergeant Apone: Be my guest.

[Ripley mounts the second loader, activates it, then casually drives it to pick up a cargo container]

Ripley: [nonchalantly] Where do you want it?

[Hicks grins, and Apone booms with laughter]

Sergeant Apone: Bay Twelve, please.

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!

Ripley: [to Jones, the cat] And you, you little shit-head... you're staying here.

[Burke greets Ripley at the hospital after she has been rescued from hypersleep]

Burke: I'm Burke. Carter Burke. I work for the company. But don't let that fool you, I'm really an okay guy. I'm glad to see you're feeling a little better. They, uh, they tell me that all the weakness and disorientation should pass soon. It's just natural side effects of such an unusually long hypersleep, or something like that.

Ripley: What do you mean? How long was I out there?

Burke: [stunned] Has no one discussed this with you yet?

Ripley: No. But, I mean, I don't... recognize this place.

Burke: [visibly uncomfortable] No, I know. Uh, okay, it's just that, uh, this might be a shock to you. It's long...

Ripley: *How* long? Please.

Burke: [after a pause] Fifty-seven years.

Ripley: [stunned disbelief] What?

Burke: That's the thing. You were out there for fifty-seven years. What happened was, you had drifted right through the core systems, and it's really just blind luck that a deep salvage team found you when they did. It's one in a thousand, really. I think you're damn lucky to be alive, kiddo. You could be floating out there forever.

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!

Ripley: Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire?

Lieutenant Gorman: 10 millimeter explosive tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing rounds. Why?

Ripley: Well, look where your team is. They're right under the primary heat exchangers.

Lieutenant Gorman: So?

Ripley: So, if they fire their weapons in there, won't they rupture the cooling system?

Burke: [interjecting] Ho, ho, ho. Yeah, she's absolutely right.

Lieutenant Gorman: So? So what?

Burke: Look, this whole station is basically a big fusion reactor, right? So you're talkin' about a thermonuclear explosion and adiós, muchachos.

Lieutenant Gorman: Oh, great. Wonderful. Shit!

Ripley: They grab the colonists, they move them over there and they immobilize them to be hosts for more of these. Which would mean that there would have to be a lot of these parasites, right? One for each colonist. That's over a hundred at least.

Bishop: Yes, that follows.

Ripley: But each one of these things comes from an egg, right? So who's laying these eggs?

Bishop: I'm not sure. It must be something we haven't seen yet.

Ripley: [pointing to part of gun Hicks is showing her] What's this?

Corporal Hicks: That's the grenade launcher. I don't think you want to mess with that.

Ripley: You started this. Show me everything. I can handle myself.

Corporal Hicks: [chuckles] Yeah, I noticed.

Ripley: See you, Hicks.

Corporal Hicks: Dwayne. It's Dwayne.

Ripley: ...Ellen.

Corporal Hicks: [smiles weakly] Don't be gone long, Ellen.

[last lines]

Newt: Are we gonna sleep all the way home?

Ripley: All the way home.

Newt: Can I dream?

Ripley: Yes, honey. I think we both can.

[tucks Newt in]

Ripley: Sleep tight.

Newt: I-ffirmative.

[after Ripley and Newt's narrow rescue by Bishop]

Bishop: I'm sorry if I scared you. That platform was just becoming too unstable. I had to circle and hope that things didn't get too rough to take you off.

Ripley: Bishop, you did okay.

Bishop: I did?

Ripley: Oh, yeah.

Ripley: [referring to the doll] Look, no bad dreams there.

Newt: Ripley, she doesn't have bad dreams because she's just a piece of plastic.

Ripley: Just tell me one thing, Burke. You're going out there to destroy them, right? Not to study. Not to bring back. But to wipe them out.

Burke: That's the plan. You have my word on it.

Ripley: All right, I'm in.

Ripley: Van Leuwin, why don't you just check out LV426?

Van Leuwin: Because I don't have to. There have been people living there for 20 years and they've never complained about any hostile organisms.

Ripley: What do you mean? What people?

Van Leuwin: Terraformers, planet engineers. They go in, set up these big atmosphere processors to make the air breathable. Takes decades. It's what we call a shake-n-bake colony.

Lieutenant Gorman: [to Apone over the mic while the aliens are attacking the marines] I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with the incinerators and fall back by squads to the APC, over.

Sergeant Apone: Say again? All after incinerators?

Lieutenant Gorman: [irritated] I said I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with the incinerators and fall back by squads to the APC...

[an alien sneaks up behind Apone and attacks him, his screams heard over the mic while his video feed goes dead]

Lieutenant Gorman: Apone... talk to me.

[more insistent]

Lieutenant Gorman: Apone, talk to me...

Ripley: He's gone!

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?

Ripley: Hicks, don't let him leave.

Corporal Hicks: We ain't goin' anywhere.

Med Tech: Do you want something to help you sleep?

Ripley: No, I've slept enough.

Ripley: There's still time.

Bishop: In nineteen minutes, this area's gonna be a cloud of vapor the size of Nebraska.

Ripley: Bishop, how much time?

Bishop: Plenty, 26 minutes!

Ripley: We're not leaving!

Bishop: We're not?

Ripley: [to Newt] I will never leave you. That's a promise.

[in the Special Edition]

Ripley: [finds out that her daughter had died 2 years before] Amy... I promised her I'd be home for her birthday. Her 11th birthday.

Corporal Hicks: I wanna introduce you to a personal friend of mine. This is an M41A pulse rifle. Ten millimeter with over-and-under thirty millimeter pump action grenade launcher.

[Hicks hands the rifle to Ripley]

Corporal Hicks: Feel the weight.

Ripley: Okay. What do I do?

Ripley: [to Newt] Now go to sleep and don't dream.

Lieutenant Gorman: What's her name again?

Corporal Dietrich: Rebecca

Lieutenant Gorman: Now think Rebecca. Concentrate. Just start at the beginnings. Where are your parents? Now look Rebecca, you have to try...

Ripley: Gorman. Give it a rest, why don't you?

Lieutenant Gorman: Total brain lock.

Corporal Dietrich: Physically Bordeline malnutrtion, but not permanent damage.

Lieutenant Gorman: Come on. We are wasting our time.

Ripley: Try this. It's a little hot chocolate. There you go. Oup! That good, huh! Uh oh. I made a clean spot here. Now I 've done it. Guess I'll have to do the whole thing Hard to believe there's a little girl under all this. And a pretty one, too. You don't talk much, do you? I don't know how you managed to stay alive. But you're one brave kid, Rebecca.

Newt: Newt.

Ripley: What'd you say?

Newt: Newt. My name is Newt. Nobody calls me Rebecca except my brother.

Ripley: Newt? I'd like that. I'm Ripley. It's nice to meet you. And who is this ?

Newt: Casey.

Ripley: Hello, Casey. What about your brother? What's his name?

Newt: Timmy

Ripley: Is Timmy around here too? Maybe hiding like you were?... Any sisters ?... Mom and Dad ?... Newt. Look at me. Where are they?

Newt: They're dead, all right? Can I go now?

Ripley: I'm sorry Newt. Don't you think you'd be safer here with us? These people are here to protect you. They're soldiers.

Newt: It won't make any difference...

Ripley: I dunno how you managed to stay alive, but you're one brave kid, Rebecca.

Newt: [whispers] N... Newt...

Ripley: What'd you say?

Newt: Newt. My name's Newt. Nobody calls me Rebecca, except my brother.

Corporal Hicks: [after the dropship crash] Okay. Is this everything?

Private Hudson: Yeah.

[putting weapons on the table]

Corporal Hicks: Okay, this is absolutely everything we've salvaged from the APC wreckage. We have four M-41A pulse rifles, fifty rounds each. That's not good. We have these M-40 grenades.

[seeing Newt touching one of the grenades]

Corporal Hicks: Don't touch that. Dangerous, honey.

Ripley: Is that the only flamethrower?

Corporal Hicks: Yeah, it's only half-full, but it's functional. The other one is damaged, I don't know about that one.

[reaching for a box]

Corporal Hicks: But the good news is that we have these sentry emplacements. Kick-ass, I think they'll come in handy.

[On whether she would return to LV-426]

Ripley: Now please leave. I am not going back, and I am... I would not be any good to you if I did.

Ripley: Do you have any news about my daughter ?

Burke: Well we did come up with some informations. Why don't we sit down. I was hoping to wait until after the inquest... Amanda Ripley-McClaren - married name, I guess - aged 66. And that was the time of her death. Which was two years ago. I'm really sorry.

Ripley: Amy...

Burke: Um... She was cremated and interred at Westlake Repository, Little Chute, Wisconsin. No children. I checked.

Ripley: I'd promised her... that I'll be home for her birthday, Her 11th birthday.

Ripley: I don't believe this. You guys throw me at the wolves, and now you want me to go back out there? Forget it. It's not my problem.

Burke: Can I finish ?

Ripley: No. There's no way.

Lieutenant Gorman: Ripley, you wouldn't be going in with the troops. I can guarantee your safety.

Burke: These colonials marines are very though hombres. They're packing state of the art firepower. There's nothing they can't handle. Lieutenant, am I right ?

Lieutenant Gorman: That's true. We've been trained to deal with situations like this.

Ripley: Try this. It's a little hot chocolate. There you go. That good, huh ? Uh oh. I made a clean spot here. Now I've done it. Guess I'll have to do the whole thing. Hard to believe there's a little girl under all this. And a pretty one too. You don't talk much, do you? I don't know how you managed to stay alive. But you're one brave Kid Rebecca.

Newt: Newt.

Ripley: What'd you say ?

Newt: Newt. My name's Newt. Nobody calls me Rebecca, except my brother.

Ripley: Newt ? I like that. I'm Ripley. It's nice to meet you.

Med Tech: How are we today ?

Ripley: Terrible

Med Tech: Well, better than yesterday at least

Ripley: Where am I ?

Med Tech: You're Safe. You're at Gateway Station, been here a couple of days. You were pretty groggy at first, but now you're OK. Looks like you've got a visitor.

Ripley: Jonesy. Come here! Hey, come here. How are you, you stupid cat? How are you ? Were have you been ?

Burke: I guess you two have met, huh . I'm Burke. Carter Burke. I work for the company. But don't let that fool you. I'm really an OK guy. I'm glad to see that you're feeling a little bit better. They told me that all the weakness and desorientation should pass soon. It's just natural side effects of such an unusally long hypersleep, or something like that...

Ripley: What'd you mean, How long was I out there ?

Burke: Has no one discussed this with you yet ?

Ripley: No. But, I mean, I don't recognise this place.

Burke: No, I know. Uh... OK. It's just that, uh, this might be a shock to you. It's longer...

Ripley: How Long ? Please.

Burke: 57 years.

Ripley: What?

Burke: That's the thing. You're out there for 57 years. What happened is. You had drifted right through the core system, and It's really just blind luck that a deep-salvage team found you when they did. It was one in a thousand, really. I think you're damn lucky to be alive, kiddo. You could be floating out there forever.

Johner: Hey, Ripley. I heard you, like, ran into these things before?

Ripley: That's right.

Johner: Wow, man. So, like, what did you do?

Ripley: I died.

Ripley: Who do I have to fuck to get off this boat?

Johner: I can get you off. Maybe not the boat.

Purvis: [shouting] What's in-fucking-side me?

Dr. Wren: A parasite! A foreign element.

Ripley: There's a monster in your chest. These guys hijacked your ship, and they sold your cryo tube to this... human. And he put an alien inside of you. It's a really nasty one. And in a few hours it's gonna burst through your ribcage, and you're gonna die. Any questions?

Purvis: Who are you?

Ripley: [smiles] I'm the monster's mother.

Dr. Wren: I think you will find that, uh, things have changed a great deal since your time.

Ripley: I doubt that.

Ripley: [after discovering Call is a robot] You're a robot?

Johner: Son of a bitch! Our little Call's just full of surprises.

Ripley: I should have known. No human being is that humane.

Distephano: I thought you were dead.

Ripley: Yeah, I get that a lot.

Johner: You can't fly one of these things too, can you?

Ripley: Are you kidding? This piece of shit is even older than I am.

[first lines]

Ripley: [voiceover] My mommy always said there were no monsters. No real ones. But there are.

[last lines]

Call: [about Earth] It's beautiful.

Ripley: Yeah.

Call: I didn't expect it to be. What happens now?

Ripley: I don't know. I'm a stranger here myself.

Ripley: Why do you care what happens to them?

Call: Because I'm programmed to.

Ripley: You're programmed to be an asshole? You're the new asshole model they're putting out?

Ripley: Does it grow?

Dr. Gediman: Yeah. Very rapidly.

Ripley: It's a queen.

Dr. Gediman: How did you know that?

Ripley: She'll breed. You'll die. Everyone in the company will die.

[the Newborn Alien slowly dies by being sucked out of the Betty and into space]

Ripley: [tearfully] I'm sorry.

Dr. Wren: [ecstatic] And the animal itself - wondrous! The potential? Unbelievable once we've tamed them. We'll teach them tricks.

Ripley: [laughs sarcastically] Roll over, play dead, heal.

Ripley: [to Call] Are you gonna kill me or what?

Ripley: You did it. You saved the Earth.

[to the Alien]

Ripley: You've been in my life so long, I can't remember anything else.

[Ripley gets out of bed naked]

Ripley: Wanna get me some clothes, or should I just go like this?

Clemens: Given the nature of our indigenous population, I would suggest clothes. None of them have seen a woman in years.

[under his breath]

Clemens: Neither have I, for that matter.

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.

Ripley: Do we have the capacity to make fire? Most humans have enjoyed that privilege since the stone age.

Aaron: [looking nervous and uneasy] No need to be sarcastic.

[Ripley is looking for the alien]

Ripley: Don't be afraid, I'm part of the family.

[all the prisoners call Aaron "85"]

Ripley: What's this "eighty-five" thing?

David: A couple of us sneaked a look at his personnel file the day he arrived. It's his IQ.

[the prisoners hesitate to go against the alien and ask why they can't wait for the company to bring them some guns]

Ripley: Because they won't kill it. They might kill you just for having seen it but they're not gonna kill it.

Aaron: That is crazy! That is horse shit! They will not kill *us*!

Ripley: When they first heard about this thing, it was "crew expendable". The next time they sent in marines - they were expendable too. What makes you think they're gonna care about a bunch of lifers who found God at the ass-end of space? You really think they're gonna let you interfere with their plans for this thing? They think we're - we're crud. And they don't give a fuck about one friend of yours that's - that's died. Not one.

Ripley: Are you attracted to me?

Clemens: In what way?

Ripley: In that way.

Clemens: Very direct.

Ripley: I've been out here a long time.

Ripley: This is a maximum security prison, and you have no weapons of any kind?

Andrews: We have some carving knives in the abattoir, a few more in the mess hall. Some fire axes scattered about the place - nothing terribly formidable.

Ripley: That's all?

Andrews: We're on the honor system.

Ripley: Then we're fucked.

Ripley: How 'bout leveling with me? Well, when I asked how you got assigned here you avoided the question. And then when I asked about the prison ID tattooed on the back of your head you ducked me again.

Clemens: It's a long, sad story. And more than a little melodramatic.

Ripley: Try me.

Clemens: [smiles] If you insist. After my student years, despite the fact that I had become secretly addicted to morphine, I was considered to be most promising. A man with a future. Then during my first residency I did a thirty-six hour stretch on an ER. So I went out and I got more than a little drunk. Then I got called back. Boiler had blown on a fuel plant and there were thirty casualties. And eleven of them died. Not as a result of the accident but because I prescribed the wrong dosage of painkiller. And I got seven years in prison and my licence reduced to a 3C.

[pause]

Clemens: At least I got off the morphine.

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: Let me see if I have this correct, Lieutenant - it's an 8-foot creature of some kind with acid for blood, and it arrived on your spaceship. It kills on sight, and is generally unpleasant. And of course, you expect me accept all this on your word.

Ripley: No. I don't expect anything.

Andrews: Quite a story, Mr Aaron.

Aaron: Right sir, it's a beauty. Never heard anything quite like it, sir.

Andrews: Expect not.

Andrews: We're 25 prisoners in this facility. All double-Y chromos. All thieves, rapists, murderers, child-molesters. All scum. Just because they have taken on religion doesn't make them any less dangerous. I try not to offend their convictions. I don't want to upset the order. I don't want ripples in the water. And I don't want a woman walking around, giving them ideas...

Ripley: I see. For my own personal safety...

Andrews: Exactly...

Clemens: Dillon and the rest of the alternative people, embraced religion, as it were, about five years ago. Tincture?

Ripley: I'm on medication.

Clemens: Hardly.

Ripley: What kind of religion?

Clemens: Some sort of apocalyptic, millenarian, Christian fundamentalist, uh...

Ripley: Right.

Clemens: Exactly. Point is, when the company wanted to close the facility down, Dillon and the rest of the converts wanted to stay. And they were allowed to remain as custodians with two minders and a medical officer. And here we are.

Ripley: How did you get this wonderful assignment?

Clemens: How do you like your new haircut?

Ripley: It's okay.

Clemens: Now that I've gone out on a limb for you with Andrews, damaged my already less-than-perfect relationship with that good man and briefed you on the humdrum history of Fury 161; can you not tell me what you were looking for in the girl?

Ripley: Dillon?

Dillon: I've gotta hold it here.

Ripley: What about me?

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

[last lines]

Ripley: [playback of a recording, interrupted by static] Ash, Captain Dallas are dead. Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.

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!

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

Dillon: No problem. Quick, easy and painless!

Ripley: Ash, can you hear me?

[slams her hands down on the table]

Ripley: Ash?

Ash: [awakens and starts speaking in an electronic and distorted voice] Yes, I can hear you.

Ripley: What was your special order?

Ash: You read it. I thought it was clear.

Ripley: What was it?

Ash: Bring back life form. Priority One. All other priorities rescinded.

Parker: The damn company. What about our lives, you son of a bitch?

Ash: I repeat, all other priorities are rescinded.

Ripley: How do we kill it, Ash? There's gotta be a way of killing it. How? How do we do it?

Ash: You can't.

Parker: That's bullshit.

Ash: You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? Perfect organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility.

Lambert: You admire it.

Ash: I admire its purity. A survivor... unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.

Parker: Look, I am... I've heard enough of this, and I'm asking you to pull the plug.

[Ripley goes to disconnect Ash, who interrupts]

Ash: Last word.

Ripley: What?

Ash: I can't lie to you about your chances, but... you have my sympathies.

[last lines]

Ripley: Final report of the commercial starship Nostromo, third officer reporting. The other members of the crew - Kane, Lambert, Parker, Brett, Ash, and Captain Dallas - are dead. Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.

[to Jonesy the cat]

Ripley: Come on, cat.

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 has tried to disengage the Nostromo's self-destruct sequence]

Ripley: Mother! I've turned the cooling unit back on. Mother!

Mother: The ship will automatically destruct in T minus five minutes.

Ripley: You... BITCH!

[smashes computer monitor with flamethrower]

Ripley: Whenever he says *anything* you say "right", Brett. You know that?

Brett: Right.

Ripley: Parker, what do you think? Your staff just follows you around and says "right". Just like a regular parrot.

Parker: [laughs] Yeah, shape up. What are you, some kind of parrot?

Brett: Right.

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.

Ripley: Micro changes in air density, my ass.

[first lines]

Brett: This is the worst shit I've ever seen, man.

Parker: What you say? You got any biscuits over there?

Ripley: Here's some cornbread.

Parker: Cornbread. Yeah.

Lambert: I am cold.

Parker: Still with us, Brett?

Brett: Right.

Kane: Oh, I feel dead.

Parker: Anybody ever tell you you look dead, man?

Ripley: [nervously eyeing Alien while she pushes buttons] You are my lucky star. You... Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky.

Ripley: Unless somebody has got a better idea... we'll proceed with Dallas' plan.

Lambert: [hysterical] What? And end up like the others? Oh, no. You're out of your mind!

Ripley: You got a better idea?

Lambert: Yes! I say that we abandon this ship! We get the shuttle and just get the hell out of here! We take our chances and... just hope that somebody will pick us up!

Ripley: Lambert, the shuttle won't take four.

Lambert: Well, then why don't we draw straws and...

Parker: I'm not drawing any straws. I'm for killing that goddamn thing right now.

Ripley: Okay. Well, let's talk about killing it. We know it's using the air shafts...

[Parker mumbles underneath]

Ripley: Will you listen to me, Parker? Shut up!

Parker: Let's hear it. Let's hear it.

Ripley: It's using the air shafts.

Parker: You don't know that.

Ripley: That's the only way! We'll move in pairs. We'll go step by step and cut off every bulkhead and every vent until we have it cornered, and then we'll blow it the fuck out into space. Is that acceptable to you?

Parker: If it means killing it then it's acceptable to me.

Ripley: Obviously it means killing it. But we have to stick together.

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.

Ripley: Ash. Any suggestions from you or Mother?

Ash: No, we're still collating.

Ripley: [laughing in disbelief] You're what? You're still collating? I find that hard to believe.

Ash: What would you like me to do?

Ripley: Just what you've been doing, Ash: nothing.

Ripley: What's it key off?

Ash: Micro changes in air density.

Ash: Ripley, for God's sake, this is the first time that we've encountered a species like this. It has to go back. All sorts of tests have to be made.

Ripley: Ash, are you kidding? This thing bled acid. Who knows what it's gonna do when it's dead.

Ash: I think it's safe to assume it isn't a zombie.

Ripley: Ash, that transmission... Mother's deciphered part of it. It doesn't look like an S.O.S.

Ash: What is it, then?

Ripley: Well, I... it looks like a warning. I'm gonna go out after them.

Ash: What's the point? I mean by the-the time it takes to get there, you'll... they'll know if it's a warning or not, yes?

Ripley: This is commercial towing vehicle Nostromo out of the Solomons, registration number 1-8-0-niner-2-4-6-0-niner. Calling Antarctica traffic control. Do you read me? Over.

[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!

Ripley: When we throw the switches, how long before the ship blows?

Parker: Ten minutes.

Ripley: No bullshit?

Parker: We ain't outta here in ten minutes, we won't need no rocket to fly through space.

Ripley: [Ash is observing the facehugger] That's amazing. What is it?

Ash: Uh, yes, it is. Um. I don't know yet. Did you want something?

Ripley: Yes, I, uh... have a little talk. How's, uh, how's Kane?

Ash: He's holding, no changes.

Ripley: And, uh, our guest?

Ash: Um.

Ripley: Hm?

Ash: Well, as I said, I'm still... collating, actually, but uh, I have confirmed that he's got an outer layer of protein polysaccharides. Has a funny habit of shedding his cells and replacing them with polarized silicon, which gives him a prolonged resistance to adverse environmental conditions. Is that enough?

Ripley: That's plenty. What does it mean?

[Ripley bends down to look through the micro-scanner]

Ash: Please don't do that. Thank you.

Ripley: I'm sorry.

Ash: Well, it's an interesting combination of elements making him a... tough little son-of-a-bitch.

Ripley: And you let him in.

Ash: I was obeying a direct order. Remember?

Ripley: Ash. When Dallas and Kane are off the ship, I'm Senior Officer.

Ash: Oh, yes. I forgot.

Ripley: You also forgot the Science Division's basic quarantine law.

Ash: No, that I didn't forget.

Ripley: Oh, I see. You just broke it, hm?

Ash: Look, what would you have done with Kane, hm? You know his only chance of survival was to get him in here.

Ripley: Unfortunately, by, uh, breaking quarantine, you risk everybody's life.

Ash: Maybe I should have left him outside. Maybe I've jeopardized the rest of us, but it was a risk I was willing to take.

Ripley: That's a pretty big risk for a Science Officer. It's, uh, not exactly out of the manual, is it?

Ash: I do take my responsibilities as seriously as you, you know. You do your job and let me do mine, yes?

Parker: If they find what they're lookin' for out there, that mean we get full shares?

Ripley: Don't worry, Parker, yeah. You'll get whatever's coming to you.

Brett: Look, I'm not gonna do any more work until we get this straightened out.

Ripley: Brett, you're guaranteed by law to get a share.

Parker: What?

Ripley: Why don't you just fuck off?

Parker: What?

Brett: Uh, what'd you say, Rip?

Ripley: If you have any trouble, I'll be on the bridge.

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.

Ripley: Open the door!