Hudson: Is this gonna be a standup fight, sir, or another bughunt? Gorman: All we know is that there's still no contact with the colony, and that a xenomorph may be involved. Frost: Excuse me sir, a-a what? Gorman: A xenomorph. Hicks: It's a bughunt.
Hicks: Remember: short, controlled bursts.
Bishop: I'm afraid I have some bad news. Hudson: Well that's a switch.
Gorman: Drake, check your camera. There seems to be a malfunction. [Drake smacks the camera against a nearby support. The picture clears] Gorman: That's better.
[Bishop reads a medical chart describing the captured facehugger] Bishop: "Surgically removed before embryo implantation. Subject: Marachek, John J., died during the procedure." They killed him taking it off.
Dietrich: Looks like some sort of secreted resin. Hicks: Yeah, but secreted from *what*?
Burke: Busy little creatures, huh?
Frost: Hey, I sure wouldn't mind getting some more of that Arcturian poontang! Remember that time? Spunkmeyer: Yeah, Frost, but the one that you had was a male! Frost: It doesn't matter when it's Arcturian, baby!
Hicks: I wanna introduce you to a personal friend of mine. This is an M41A pulse rifle. Ten millimeter with over-and-under thirty millimeter pump action grenade launcher.
Bishop: In nineteen minutes, this area's gonna be a cloud of vapor the size of Nebraska.
[Hudson is reading a motion detector which indicates the alien horde should have passed the door by now] Hudson: It's reading right man, look! Hicks: Well, you're not reading *it* right!
[the Marines are being torn apart by the Aliens in the Atmosphere Processor Hive] Hicks: Where's Apone? Where's Apone? Hudson: The Sarge is gone! Let's get the fuck outta here!
[first lines] Salvage Team Leader: Bio-readouts are all in the green, looks like she's alive. Well, there goes our salvage, guys.
Apone: Hudson, run a bypass.
Ripley: They grab the colonists, they move them over there and they immobilize them to be hosts for more of these. Which would mean that there would have to be a lot of these parasites, right? One for each colonist. That's over a hundred at least. Bi...
[after Ripley and Newt's narrow rescue by Bishop] Bishop: I'm sorry if I scared you. That platform was just becoming too unstable. I had to circle and hope that things didn't get too rough to take you off. Ripley: Bishop, you did okay. Bishop: I did?...
Ripley: I will never leave you. That's a promise.
Gorman: Alright. Drake, this way. We should be able to cut through the Med-Lab to Operations.
