[the surviving Marines take refuge in the colony after the dropship's crash, gathering all equipment they got left]
Hicks: That's absolutely everything we can salvage from the APC wreckage. We've got four pulse rifles, with about fifty rounds each. That ain't so good. We got, uh, fifteen of these M-40 grenades. [Newt reaches for a grenade] Don't touch that. Dangerous, honey.
Ripley: Is that the only flamethrower?
Hicks: Yeah. It's only half-full, but it's functional. Got another one, it's damaged, so I don't know about that one. But the good news... We've got four of these robot sentries, with display and scanners intact. They really kick ass. They'll come in handy.
Ripley: How long after we're declared overdue we can expect a rescue?
[long moment of silence]
Hicks: [deadpan] Seventeen days.
Hudson: Seventeen days? Hey man, I don't wanna rain on your parade, but we're not gonna last seventeen hours! These things are going to come here like they did before and they're gonna... [starts rambling unintelligibly]
Ripley: Hudson! HUDSON! [Hudson stops talking] This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training [to Newt] Right?
[Newt looks at them and salutes playfully]
Hudson: [scoffs] Why don't you put her in charge?!
Ripley: You better start dealing with it, OK!? Listen to me! Hudson, just deal with it, because we need you, and I'm sick of your bullshit. I want you to get into the terminal and get me some kind of floor plan of this building. Construction blueprints, I don't care, anything that shows us a layout of this place. You listening?
Hudson: [distraught] Yeah.
Ripley: I need to see air ducts, I need to see electrical access tunnels, sub-basements, every possible way into this complex [beat] We don't have much time.
Hudson: Yeah. Yeah, I'm on it.
Ripley: Hudson! Just relax.
[Hudson exhales loudly and leaves]
Bishop: I'm gonna be in the med-lab. Check on Gorman, continue my analysis.
Ripley: All right. You do that.
Hicks: That's absolutely everything we can salvage from the APC wreckage. We've got four pulse rifles, with about fifty rounds each. That ain't so good. We got, uh, fifteen of these M-40 grenades. [Newt reaches for a grenade] Don't touch that. Dangerous, honey.
Ripley: Is that the only flamethrower?
Hicks: Yeah. It's only half-full, but it's functional. Got another one, it's damaged, so I don't know about that one. But the good news... We've got four of these robot sentries, with display and scanners intact. They really kick ass. They'll come in handy.
Ripley: How long after we're declared overdue we can expect a rescue?
[long moment of silence]
Hicks: [deadpan] Seventeen days.
Hudson: Seventeen days? Hey man, I don't wanna rain on your parade, but we're not gonna last seventeen hours! These things are going to come here like they did before and they're gonna... [starts rambling unintelligibly]
Ripley: Hudson! HUDSON! [Hudson stops talking] This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training [to Newt] Right?
[Newt looks at them and salutes playfully]
Hudson: [scoffs] Why don't you put her in charge?!
Ripley: You better start dealing with it, OK!? Listen to me! Hudson, just deal with it, because we need you, and I'm sick of your bullshit. I want you to get into the terminal and get me some kind of floor plan of this building. Construction blueprints, I don't care, anything that shows us a layout of this place. You listening?
Hudson: [distraught] Yeah.
Ripley: I need to see air ducts, I need to see electrical access tunnels, sub-basements, every possible way into this complex [beat] We don't have much time.
Hudson: Yeah. Yeah, I'm on it.
Ripley: Hudson! Just relax.
[Hudson exhales loudly and leaves]
Bishop: I'm gonna be in the med-lab. Check on Gorman, continue my analysis.
Ripley: All right. You do that.
[the surviving Marines take refuge in the colony after the dropship's crash, gathering all equipment they got left]
Hicks : That's absolutely everything we can salvage from the APC wreckage. We've got four pulse rifles, with about fifty rounds each. That ain't so good. We got, uh, fifteen of these M-40 grenades. [Newt reaches for a grenade] Don't touch that. Dangerous, honey.
Ripley : Is that the only flamethrower?
Hicks : Yeah. It's only half-full, but it's functional. Got another one, it's damaged, so I don't know about that one. But the good news... We've got four of these robot sentries, with display and scanners intact. They really kick ass. They'll come in handy.
Ripley : How long after we're declared overdue we can expect a rescue?
[long moment of silence]
Hicks : [deadpan] Seventeen days.
Hudson : Seventeen days ? Hey man, I don't wanna rain on your parade, but we're not gonna last seventeen hours! These things are going to come here like they did before and they're gonna... [starts rambling unintelligibly]
Ripley : Hudson! HUDSON! [Hudson stops talking] This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training [to Newt] Right?
[Newt looks at them and salutes playfully]
Hudson : [scoffs] Why don't you put her in charge?!
Ripley : You better start dealing with it, OK!? Listen to me! Hudson, just deal with it, because we need you, and I'm sick of your bullshit. I want you to get into the terminal and get me some kind of floor plan of this building. Construction blueprints, I don't care, anything that shows us a layout of this place. You listening?
Hudson : [distraught] Yeah.
Ripley : I need to see air ducts, I need to see electrical access tunnels, sub-basements, every possible way into this complex [beat] We don't have much time.
Hudson : Yeah. Yeah, I'm on it.
Ripley : Hudson! Just relax.
[Hudson exhales loudly and leaves]
Bishop : I'm gonna be in the med-lab. Check on Gorman, continue my analysis.
Ripley : All right. You do that.
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