Most scenes together: Hudson & Hicks (13), Ripley & Hudson (12), Ripley & Hicks (12)
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?
YES SIR!
That's what we gonna do, sweethearts. We gonna go and get some. All right people, on the ready line!
Ripley...
I don't want to hear about it, Bishop. She's alive. There's still time.
In nineteen minutes this area is going to be a cloud of vapor the size of Nebraska.
Hicks, don't let him leave.
We ain't going anywhere.
Corporal Ferro Stand by to initiate release sequencer. On my mark. Five. Four.
We're on an express elevator to hell; going down!
Corporal Ferro Three. Two. One. Mark.
Go Vasquez! Kick ass!
Anytime, anywhere, man!
Right. Somebody said 'alien' and she thought they said 'illegal alien' and signed up!
**** you, man!
Anytime, Anywhere!
They ain't paying us enough for this, man.
Dietrich Not enough to wake up to your face, Drake.
Dietrich Oh, I wish it were.
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.
It doesn't matter when it's Arcturian, baby!
It's hot as hell in here.
Yeah man, but it's a dry heat!
Man, have I got a bad feeling about this drop.
You always say that, you always say "I got a bad feeling about this drop!"
Okay. When we get back without you, I'll call your folks.
Any questions?
You secure that shit, Hudson!
Good morning, Marines. I'm sorry we didn't have time to brief you people before we left Gateway--
Sir?
What is it, Hicks?
Hudson, sir. [points] He's Hicks.
What's the question?
Is this gonna be a standup fight, sir, or another bug-hunt?
All we know is that there is still is no contact with the colony, and that a xenomorph may be involved.
Excuse me, a what?
A xenomorph.
It's a bug-hunt.
Hicks, meet me at the South Lock. We're coming in.
Roger.
He's coming in. I feel safer already.
Pendejo jerk-off!
Looks like the new lieutenant's too good to eat with the rest of us grunts.
Boy's definitely got a corncob up his ass.
Man, this floor is freezing!
What do you want me to do, fetch you some slippers?
Ah gee, would you sir? I'd like that.
Movement. Signal's clean. Range twenty meters.
They found a way in, something we missed.
We didn't miss anything.
17 meters.
Something under the floor, not in the plans.
15 meters.
Ripley.
Definitely inside the barricades.
13 meters.
That's right outside the door! Hicks, Vasquez, get back!
Man, this is a big **** signal!
How are you doing, Vasquez? Talk to me!
That's it! Keep it up!
12 meters. 11, 10...
They're right on top of us!
9 meters.
Remember: short, controlled bursts.
8 meters. 7, 6...
They can't be. That's inside the room.
It's reading right, man! Look!
Well then you're not reading it right!
5 meters, man! What the hell?! [Looks up along with the rest as they realize they're in the ceiling] ... Oh shit... oh ****...
Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen! Found them.
They alive?
Unknown, but it looks like all of them, over at the processing station, sub-level three, under the main cooling towers.
Looks like a god damn town meeting.
Let's saddle up, 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.
