Most scenes together: Ripley & Parker (8), Ripley & Ash (8), Parker & Brett (6)
Ash, that transmission - Mother's deciphered part of it. It doesn't look like an S.O.S.
What is it, then?
Well, I, it looks like a warning. I'm gonna go out after them.
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?
Ash. Any suggestions from you or Mother?
No, we're still collating.
What would you like me to do?
Just what you've been doing, Ash - nothing.
Come on, Ash, I mean, the Science Department should be able to help us. What can we do to drive it?
Yes, well, it's adapted remarkably well to our atmosphere considering its nutritional requirements. The only thing we don't know about is temperature.
OK, what about temperature? What happens if we change it?
Let's try it. I mean most animals retreat from fire, yes?
Fire, yeah.
When we throw the switches, how long before the ship blows?
Ten minutes.
No bullshit?
We ain't outta here in ten minutes, we won't need no rocket to fly through space.
Whenever he says anything you say "right," Brett, you know that?
Right.
Parker, what do you think? Your staff just follows you around and says "right". Just like a regular parrot.
Right.
Will you listen to me, Parker!? SHUT UP!
Let's hear it. Let's hear it.
It's using the air shafts.
You don't know that.
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 **** out into space. Is that acceptable to you?
Mother! I've turned the cooling unit back on. Mother!
The ship will automatically destruct in "T" minus five minutes.
You... BITCH!
[smashes computer monitor with flamethrower]
This is the worst shit I've ever seen, man.
What you say? You got any biscuits over there?
Here's some cornbread.
Cornbread. Yeah.
I am cold.
Still with us, Brett?
Right.
Oh, I feel dead.
Anybody ever tell you you look dead, man?
Feel like somebody's been beating me with a stick for about six years. [smiles] God, I'm hungry.
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.
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. Come on, cat. [picks up Jonesy and walks to the cryotubes]
Alien life form. Looks like it's been dead a long time. Fossilized. Looks like it's growing out of the chair. Bones are bent outward, like he exploded from inside.
You are my lucky star... Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky.
