Aliens quotes

View Quote Ripley: It's very pretty Bishop, but what are we looking for?
Bishop: Right there. [indicates blue flashing from a vent at the power station] Emergency venting.
Hudson: That's beautiful, man. That just beats all.
Hicks: How long until it blows?
Bishop: Four hours, with a blast radius of 30 kilometers, equal to about 40 megatons.
Hicks: We've got problems.
Hudson: I can't believe this. I CAN'T ****ING BELIEVE THIS!
Hicks: Vasquez, close the shutters.
Ripley: Why can't we shut it down from here?
Bishop: I'm sorry, but the crash caused too much damage. An overload was inevitable at this point.
Hudson: Aw, man. And I was getting short. Four more weeks and out. Now I'm going to buy it on this rock! It ain't half-fair, man!
Vasquez: Hudson, give us a break!
Hudson: Four more weeks! Aw, man!
Ripley: Well, we need the other drop-ship from the Sulaco. I mean, there must be some way of bringing it down via remote.
Hudson: How? The transmitter was on the APC! It's wasted!
Ripley: Well, I don't care how, but we'd better think of something, we'd better think of a way now.
Hudson: Think of what? We're ****ED!
Hicks: Shut up! [Over Hudson's panicking] SHUT UP! What about the colony transmitters? The uplink tower at the other end? Why can't we use--
Bishop: No, the hard-wiring between here and there was damaged. We can't align the dish.
Ripley: Well, then somebody has got to go out there, take a portable terminal, and patch in manually.
Hudson: Oh, sure! With those things runnin' around? You can count me out!
Bishop: I'll go.
Hicks: Yeah, I guess we can just count you out of everything, Hudson.
Hudson: That's right, man. Hey, why don't you go, man?
Bishop: I'll go.
Ripley: What?
Bishop: I'll go. I'm the only one qualified to remote-pilot the ship anyway.
Hudson: Yeah, man. Bishop should go. Good idea!
Bishop: Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.

View Quote [After Burke tried to lock Ripley and Newt inside the Med Lab to be impregnated by the facehuggers]
Hudson: [Points his rifle at Burke's head] I say we grease this rat-**** son of a bitch right now!
Hicks: This just doesn't make any god damn sense.
Ripley: He figured he could get an alien back through quarantine, if one of us was... impregnated... whatever you call it. Then frozen for the trip home. Nobody would know about the embryos we were carrying. Me and Newt.
Hicks: Wait a minute, now- we'd all know.
Ripley: Yes, the only way he could do it was if he sabotaged certain freezers on the way home - namely yours. Then he could jettison the bodies and make up any story he wanted.
Hudson: ****! [points muzzle of pulse-rifle at Burke] He's dead. You're dog meat, pal!
Burke: [Trying to play innocent] This is so nuts. I mean, listen... listen to what you're saying; it's paranoid delusion. It's really sad... it's pathetic.
Ripley: You know Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them ****ing each other over for a god damn percentage.
Hicks: All right-- we waste him! [grabs Burke] No offense!
Ripley: No, he's got to go back--
[the lights go out]
Ripley: ... They cut the power.
Hudson: What do you mean 'they' cut the power!? How could they cut the power, they're animals!
Hicks: I want you two in trackers, checking the corridors! Move out!

View Quote Hudson: Movement. Signal's clean. Range twenty meters.
Ripley: They found a way in, something we missed.
Hicks: We didn't miss anything.
Hudson: 17 meters.
Ripley: Something under the floor, not in the plans.
Hudson: 15 meters.
Newt: Ripley.
Hicks: Definitely inside the barricades.
Hudson: 13 meters.
Ripley: That's right outside the door! Hicks, Vasquez, get back!
Hudson: Man, this is a big ****ing signal!
Hicks: How are you doing, Vasquez? Talk to me!
Vasquez: [welding the door shut] Almost there.
Hicks: That's it! Keep it up!
Hudson: 12 meters. 11, 10...
Vasquez: They're right on top of us!
Hudson: 9 meters.
Hicks: Remember: short, controlled bursts.
Hudson: 8 meters. 7, 6...
Ripley: They can't be. That's inside the room.
Hudson: It's reading right, man! Look!
Hicks: Well then you're not reading it right!
Hudson: 5 meters, man! What the hell?! [Looks up along with the rest as they realize they're in the ceiling] ... Oh shit... oh ****...

View Quote Bishop: Ripley...
Ripley: I don't want to hear about it, Bishop. She's alive. There's still time.
Bishop: In nineteen minutes this area is going to be a cloud of vapor the size of Nebraska.
Ripley: Hicks, don't let him leave.
Hicks: We ain't going anywhere.

View Quote Newt: Can I dream?
Ripley: Yes, honey. I think we both can. Sleep tight.
Newt: Affirmative.