Hudson: [Knowing that the Aliens are close, Hicks and Vasquez are welding the door shut] Movement. Signal's clean. Range, 20 meters. Ripley: They've found a way in, something we've missed. Hicks: We didn't miss anything. Hudson: 17 meters. Ripley: [C...
Gorman: Morning, Marines. I'm sorry we didn't have time to brief you people before we left Gateway, but... Hudson: Sir? Gorman: What is it, Hicks? Hudson: Hudson, sir. [points] Hudson: He's Hicks.
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: 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...
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!
Sherlock Holmes: There's only one case that intrigues me at present. The curious case of Mrs. Hudson, the absentee landlady. I've been studying here comings and goings and they appear most... sinister. Mrs. Hudson: Tea, Mr. Holmes? Sherlock Holmes: I...
Sherlock Holmes: There's only at one case that intrigues me at present. The curious case of Mrs. Hudson, the absentee landlady. I've been studying her comings and goings, they appear most... sinister. Mrs. Hudson: Tea, Mr. Holmes? Sherlock Holmes: Is...
[Mrs. Hudson starts to clear space for the tea tray] Sherlock Holmes: Don't touch. Everything is in its proper place... as per usual, Nanny. [on her way out, Mrs. Hudson notices the dog laying on the floor] Mrs. Hudson: Oh, he's killed the dog. Again...
Dr. John Watson: [Holmes is firing a gun in the house] Mrs Hudson. Mrs. Hudson: I won't go in there by myself, not while he's got a gun in his hand! Dr. John Watson: You don't have to go in there at all. Mrs. Hudson: What will I do when you leave, do...
[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!
I've got a new invention. It's a revolving bowl for tired goldfish.
[Hudson is frantically mowing down aliens] Hudson: Come on! Come on! Come and get it, baby! Come on! I don't got all day! Come on! Come on! Come on you bastard! Come on, you too! Oh, you want some of this? Fuck you!
It was so cold today that I saw a dog chasing a cat, and the dog was walking.
Hudson: Man, this floor is freezing. Apone: What do you want me to do, fetch your slippers for you? Hudson: Gee, would you sir? I'd like that. [Apone pulls down the skin under his left eye with middle finger] Apone: Look into my eye.
She also watched Miss Upchurch as she danced with Mr. Hudson. They bounded through the steps in lively abandon. Mr. Hudson’s form was a bit ungainly, but he had never seemed so young and handsome as he did while dancing with Miss Upchurch.
Vasquez: Look, man. I only need to know one thing: where they are. Drake: Go, Vasquez. Kick ass. Vasquez: Anytime, anywhere, man! Hudson: Right, right. Somebody said "alien" she thought they said "illegal alien" and signed up! Vasquez: Fuck you, man!...
Kate Hudson is my style icon.
I live a dramatic life, it's just not on TV yet.
My father was gone when I was three years old.
Apone: Hudson, run a bypass.
I love Christopher Bailey and Burberry, Mulberry for bags, and Hudson for jeans.
