Ripley: Get away from her, you *bitch!*
Hudson: Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man? Vasquez: No. Have you?
Ripley: How long after we're declared overdue can we expect a rescue? Hicks: [pause] Seventeen days. Hudson: Seventeen *days?* Hey man, I don't wanna rain on your parade, but we're not gonna last seventeen *hours!* Those things are gonna come in here...
Ripley: You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them fucking each other over for a goddamn percentage.
Ripley: They cut the power. Hudson: What do you mean, "*They* cut the power"? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!
Newt: We'd better get back, 'cause it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night... mostly.
Ripley: Did IQs just drop sharply while I was away?
[special edition] [during the drop to LV-426] Hudson: I'm ready, man, check it out. I am the ultimate badass! State of the badass art! You do NOT wanna fuck with me. Check it out! Hey Ripley, don't worry. Me and my squad of ultimate badasses will pro...
Hudson: [after the drop ship crash] That's great, this is really fuckin' great, man. Now, what the fuck are we supposed to do? We're in some pretty shit now, man. Hicks: [Grabs him by the shirt] Are you finished? Newt: Guess we're not gonna make it, ...
Ripley: Well, somebody's gonna have to go out there. Take a portable terminal, go out there and patch in manually. Hudson: Oh yeah, sure! With those things runnin' around? You can count me out. Hicks: Yeah I guess we can just count you out of everyth...
Ripley: How many drops is this for you, Lieutenant? Gorman: Thirty eight... simulated. Vasquez: How many *combat* drops? Gorman: Uh, two. Including this one. Drake: Shit. Hudson: Oh, man...
Gorman: Any questions? [Hudson raises his hand] Gorman: What is it, private? Hudson: How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit? Apone: You secure that shit, Hudson!
Gorman: Hicks, meet me at the south lock. We're coming in. Hicks: Roger. Hudson: [to Vasquez] He's comin' in. I feel safer already.
Frost: Hot as hell in here. Hudson: Yeah man, but it's a dry heat!
Newt: My mommy always said there were no monsters - no real ones - but there are. Ripley: Yes, there are, aren't there? Newt: Why do they tell little kids that? Ripley: Most of the time it's true.
Hudson: Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen!
Bishop: [Bishop is puzzled by Ripley's reaction towards him] Is there a problem? Burke: I'm sorry. I don't know why I didn't even- Ripley's last trip out, the syn- the artificial person malfunctioned. Ripley: "Malfunctioned"? Burke: There were proble...
