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Aliens quotes

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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 ****...

Ripley: How long after we're declared overdue can we expect a rescue?
Hicks: ... 17 days.
Hudson: 17 days? Hey, I don't mean to 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-- they're gonna come in here--
Ripley: Hudson.
Hudson: --and they're gonna come in here and-- AND THEY'RE GONNA KILL US!!!
Ripley: HUDSON! This little girl survived longer than us with no weapons and no training. Right?
Hudson: Why don't you put her in charge?
Ripley: You'd better just start dealing with it, Hudson! Listen to me! Hudson! Just deal with it because we need you and I'm sick of your bullshit.

Vasquez: All right, we got seven canisters of CN-20. I say we roll them in there and nerve gas the whole ****ing 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: ****in' 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.

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.

All right sweethearts, what are you waiting for, breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the corps. A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm. Every meal is a banquet. Every paycheck a fortune. Every formation a parade. I LOVE the corps!

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.

I'm ready man, check it out. I am the ultimate badass! State-of-the-badass-art! You do not want to **** with me. Check it out. Hey Ripley! Don't you worry, me and my squad of ultimate bad-asses will protect you. Check it out, independently targeting particle-beam phalanx. Whap! You can fry half a city with this puppy. We got tactical smart missiles, phase plasma pulse rifles, and we got Sonic Electronic Ball-Breakers! We got nukes, knives, sharp sticks...

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.

[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!

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!

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!

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.

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

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: **** you, man!
Hudson: Anytime, Anywhere!

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!