Hudson: Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen! Found them.
Gorman: They alive?
Hudson: Unknown, but it looks like all of them, over at the processing station, sub-level three, under the main cooling towers.
Hicks: Looks like a god damn town meeting.
Gorman: Let's saddle up, Apone.
Apone: Yes sir. [to Marines] All right, people. They ain't paying us by an hour. Let's go, head out! Okay Frost, you're driving.

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 fucking 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 fuck...

Frost: Hey, I sure wouldn't mind getting me some more of that Arcturian poontang! Remember that time?
Spunkmeyer: Yeah, except the one you had was MALE.
Frost: It doesn't matter when it's Arcturian, baby!

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.

Gorman: Good morning, Marines. I'm sorry we didn't have time to brief you people before we left Gateway--
Hudson: Sir?
Gorman: What is it, Hicks?
Hudson: Hudson, sir. [points] He's Hicks.
Gorman: What's the question?
Hudson: Is this gonna be a standup fight, sir, or another bug-hunt?
Gorman: All we know is that there is still is no contact with the colony, and that a xenomorph may be involved.
Frost: Excuse me, a what?
Gorman: A xenomorph.
Hicks: It's a bug-hunt.

Corporal Ferro: Stand by to initiate release sequencer. On my mark. Five. Four.
Hudson: We're on an express elevator to hell; going down!
Corporal Ferro: Three. Two. One. Mark.

Vasquez: All right, we got seven canisters of CN-20. I say we roll them in there and nerve gas the whole fucking nest.
Hicks: That's worth a try, but we don't know if it's gonna affect them.
Hudson: Let's just butt out and call it even, man! 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.
Hudson: Fuckin' A!
Burke: Hold on a second. This installation has a substantial dollar value attached to it.
Ripley: They can bill me.
Burke: Okay. This is an emotional moment for all of us, I know that. But let's not make snap judgments, please. This is clearly an important species we're dealing with and I don't think you or I or anybody has the right to arbitrarily exterminate them.
Ripley: Wrong!
Vasquez: Yeah, watch us.
Hudson: 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 Corporal Hicks has authority here.
Burke: Corporal Hicks?
Ripley: This operation is under military jurisdiction, and Hicks is next in chain of command. Am I right, Corporal?
Hicks: Yeah... yeah, that's right.
Burke: Yeah... look, Ripley, this is a multi-million dollar installation! He can't make that kind of decision, he's just a grunt! Ah, no offense.
Hicks: None taken. Ferro, do you copy?
Ferro: Standing by.
Hicks: Prep for dust off. We're going to need immediate evac.
Ferro: Roger. We're on our way.
Hicks: Alright. We take off, nuke the site from orbit.

Drake: Go Vasquez! Kick ass!
Vasquez: Anytime, anywhere, man!
Hudson: Right. Somebody said 'alien' and she thought they said 'illegal alien' and signed up!
Vasquez: Fuck you, man!
Hudson: Anytime, Anywhere!

Apone: All right guys, we're a team and there's nothing to worry about. We come here, we kick some, we conquer. Is that understood?
Marines: YES SIR!
Apone: That's what we gonna do, sweethearts. We gonna go and get some. All right people, on the ready line!

Frost: It's hot as hell in here.
Hudson: Yeah man, but it's a dry heat!

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 FUCKING 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 FUCKED!
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.

Gorman: Hicks, meet me at the South Lock. We're coming in.
Hicks: Roger.
Hudson: He's coming in. I feel safer already.
Vasquez: Pendejo jerk-off!

Hudson: Man, this floor is freezing!
Apone: What do you want me to do, fetch you some slippers?
Hudson: Ah gee, would you sir? I'd like that.
[Apone points at his face with his middle finger]
Apone: Look into my eye. Fall in, people!

Hicks: Looks like the new lieutenant's too good to eat with the rest of us grunts.
Frost: Boy's definitely got a corncob up his ass.

Drake: They ain't paying us enough for this, man.
Dietrich: Not enough to wake up to your face, Drake.
Drake: (Groggy) What? Is that a joke?
Dietrich: Oh, I wish it were.