Alien

Alien quotes

31 total quotes (ID: 650)

Dallas
Kane
Mother
Multiple Characters
Ripley


Brett: Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Meow. Here Jonesy.


Parker: It's a robot! Ash is a god damn robot!

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.

Brett: [realizing Nostromo has changed its course and they have to investigate] Well, so what?
Kane: Well, we are obligated under section eight...
Parker: I hate to bring this up but, uh, this a commercial ship, not a rescue ship...
Brett: Right.
Parker: ...and it's not in my contract to do this kind of duty. Now what about the money? If you wanna give me some money to do it, I'll be happy to, uh, t-to, you know, oblige.
Brett: The man's right.
Dallas: Parker...
Parker: Let's go over the bonus situation. We haven't - Can we just talk about the bonus situation?
Ash: I'm sorry. Can I say something?
Parker: Let's talk about the bonus more.
Ash: There is a clause in the contract which specifically states any systematized transmission indicating a possible intelligent origin must be investigated--
Parker: I don't wanna hear it...
Brett: We don't know if it's intelligent.
Parker: I wanna go home and party.
Dallas: Parker, will you just listen to the man!?
Ash: ... on penalty of total forfeiture of shares. No money.
Dallas: You got that?
Parker: [chuckling] Well, yeah.
Dallas: All right, we're going in.
Parker: [to Brett] Yeah, we're going in, aren't we?

Dallas: Ok Ripley, we're clean let us in.
Ripley: What happened to Kane?
Dallas: Something's 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, we let it in the ship could be infected. You know the quarantine procedures, 24 hours for decontamination.
Dallas: He could die in 24 hours! Open the hatch.
Ripley: Listen to me, if we break quarantine we could all die.
Lambert: Look! Would you open the goddamn hatch, we have to get him inside!
Ripley: No - and if you were in my position you'd do the same.
Dallas: Ripley this is an order, you open that hatch right now you hear me?
Ripley: ... Yes.
Dallas: Ripley, that was an order! Do you hear me?!
Ripley: ... Yes, I read you. The answer is negative.
Ash: Inner hatch opened.

Dallas: [looks at a pen being dissolved by alien's body fluid] I haven't seen anything like that except, uh, molecular acid.
Brett: It must be using it for blood.
Parker: It's got a wonderful defense mechanism. You don't dare kill it.

Lambert: I can't see a goddamn thing.
Kane: Quit griping.
Lambert: I like griping.

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 **** off?
Parker: What?
Brett: Uh, what'd you say, Rip?
Ripley: If you have any trouble, I'll be on the bridge.

Parker: Uh, before we dock, I think we oughta discuss the bonus situation.
Brett: Right.
Parker: Brett and I, we think we oughta - we deserve full shares, right baby?
Brett: Right. You see, Mr. Parker and I feel that the bonus situation has never been on a-an equitable level.
Dallas: Well, you get what you're contracted for like everybody else.
Brett: Yes, but everybody else, uh, gets more than us.

Ripley: [On Ash's tracking devices] What's it key off?
Ash: ... Micro changes in air density.
Ripley: [Later, when trying to track the alien] 'Micro changes in air density', my ass.

Ripley: [watching Ash examine the creature] That's amazing. What is it?
Ash: Uh, yes, it is. Umm. 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: Umm.
Ripley: Hmm?
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. Hmm?
Ash: Look, what would you have done with Kane, hmm? 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?

Ripley: Ash, can you hear me? Ash?
Ash: 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 got to 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? The 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 moves to turn Ash off, but he interrupts]
Ash: Last words.
Ripley: What?
Ash: I can't lie to you about your chances, but... you have my sympathies.

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: Ash. Any suggestions from you or Mother?
Ash: No, we're still collating.
Ripley: [Laughing in disbelief] ...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: 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: OK, 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.