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Memorable Quotes from
Aliens (1986)
Newt: We'd better get back, 'cause it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night... mostly.
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[Pulling out his pump-action shotgun.]
Hicks: I like to keep this handy for close encounters.
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Hudson: They're coming outta the walls. They're coming outta the god**** walls!
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[All doors have been welded closed against the advancing aliens.]
Hicks: Now all we need is a deck of cards.
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Gorman: I'm coming in.
Hudson: I feel safer already.
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Van Leuwin: Thank you, Officer Ripley, that will be all.
Ripley: God **** it, that's not all!! 'Cause if one of those things get down here then that will be all! And all this bull**** that you think is so important, you can kiss all that goodbye!
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Ripley: Well, someone's gonna have to go down there, take a portable transmitter and patch in.
Hudson: Yeah, sure, with those things running around? You can count me out.
Hicks: Well I guess we can count you out of everything then.
Hudson: That's right, man.
Bishop: I'll go. I mean, I'm the only one qualified to remote-pilot the ship anyway.
Hudson: That's right, man, Bishop should go. Good idea!
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Ripley: These people are here to protect you. They are soldiers.
Newt: It won't make any difference.
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[On whether she would return to LV-426]
Ripley: Now please leave. I am not going back, and I am... I would not be any good to you if I did.
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Ripley: What do those pulse rifles fire?
Gorman: 10 millimeter explosive tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing round. Why?
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Ripley: Lieutenant what do those pulse rifles fire?
Gorman: 10 millimeter explosive tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing round. Why?
Ripley: Well look where your team is, they're right under the central cooling towers.
Gorman: So?
Ripley: So if they fire their rifles won't they puncture the cooling tower?
Burke: Whoa, whoa, yeah she's right.
Gorman: So, so what?
Burke: Look that cooling tower is just basically a big nuclear reactor, right? So she's saying one puncture in a line and "Adios, muchachos"
Gorman: Oh great, wonderful. ****!! Uh, look, Apone we can't have any firing going on in there, I uh, I want you to collect ammunition from everyone. Fire units only I want rifles slung.
Hudson: Is he ****in crazy?!!
Frost: What are we supposed to use, man, bad language?
Apone: Sir, I...
Gorman: Just do it, Sargeant, and no grenades!
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Drake: Man, you look just like I feel.
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Hicks: Hey! I know we're all in strung out shape but stay frosty and alert. We can't afford to let one of those bastards in here.
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Ripley: I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them ****ing each other over for a god**** percentage!
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Apone: All right, people, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the corps! A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm. Every meal's a banquet! Every paycheck a fortune! Every formation a parade! I LOVE the corps!
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Ripley: They cut the power.
Hudson: What do you mean "they cut the power"? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!
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Hudson: Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?
Vasquez: No, have you?
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Vasquez: Look man! I only need to know one thing: where they are.
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Hudson: Is this going to be a standup fight, sir, or another bughunt?
Gorman: All we know is that there is still is no contact with the colony, and that a xenomorph may be involved.
Frost: Excuse me sir, a what?
Gorman: A xenomorph.
Hicks: It's a bughunt.
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[When they are dropped over LV-426]
Hudson: We're on an express elevator to hell - going down!
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Bishop: I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.
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[Lieutenant Gorman orders the troops to unload all their weapons before the first alien encounter]
Frost: What the hell are we supposed to use, man? Harsh language?
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Hudson: Yeah, but it's a dry heat!
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Hicks: Remember: short, controlled bursts.
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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 its true...
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Hudson: In case you haven't been paying attention to current events, we just got our asses kicked, pal!
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Hudson: Let's just bug out and call it even, OK?
Ripley: I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. That's the only way to be sure.
Hudson: ****in' A...
Burke: Ho-ho-hold on one second. This installation has a substantial dollar value attached to it.
Ripley: They can *bill* me.
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[The drop-ship crashes]
Hudson: Well that's great, that's just ****in' great man, now what the **** are we supposed to do? We're in some real pretty **** now man... That's it man, game over man, game over, man! Game over! What the **** are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?
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Bishop: I'm afraid I have some bad news.
Hudson: Well that's a switch.
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Burke: I thought you were smarter than that, Ripley.
Ripley: Well, I'm happy to disappoint you.
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Ripley: How long before we're declared overdue can we expect a rescue?
Hicks: Seventeen days.
Hudson: Seventeen days? Look man, I don't wanna rain on your parade, but we're not gonna last seventeen hours! Those things are gonna come in here just like they did before. And they're gonna come in here...
Ripley: Hudson!
Hudson: ...and they're gonna come in here AND THEY'RE GONNA KILL US!
Ripley: HUDSON! This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training, right?
Hudson: So why don't you put her in charge?
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[Gorman has just run out of ammo, and it is clear they will now both die]
Vasquez: You always were an *******, Gorman.
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Vasquez: Hey, mira. Who's Snow White?
Ferro: She's supposed to be some kind of consultant. Apparently she saw an alien once.
Hudson: Well whoopee-****in'-do, hey, I'm impressed.
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Hicks: Guess the new lieutenant's too good to eat with the rest of us grunts.
Frost: Man's definitely got a corncob up his ass.
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Hudson: Hey top, what's the op?
Apone: You'll love it, it's a rescue mission. There's some juicy colonists' daughters we have to rescue from their virginity.
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Hudson: Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen!
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Hudson: Man, this floor is freezing.
Apone: What do you want me to do, fix your slippers for you?
Hudson: Gee, would you, sir?
Apone: Look into my eye.
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Hudson: [Points muzzle of pulse-rifle to Burke's face] I say we grease this rat-****, son of a bitch right now.
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Ripley: Did IQs just drop sharply while I was away?
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[The marines are all hard at work, preparing for the drop]
Ripley: I feel like kind of a fifth wheel around here, is there anything I can do?
Apone: I dunno, is there anything you can do?
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Drake: They ain't paying us enough for this, man.
Dietrich: Not enough to have to wake up to your face, Drake.
Drake: What? Is that a joke?
Dietrich: Oh, I wish it were.
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Apone: Alright you guys, we're a team and there's nothing to worry about. We come here, and we gonna conquer, and we gonna kick some. Is that understood?
Marines: Yes Sir!
Apone: That's what we gonna do, sweethearts. We are going to go and get some. Alright people, on the ready line!
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Vasquez: Anytime, anywhere, man!
Hudson: Right, right. Somebody said "alien" she thought they said "illegal alien" and signed up!
Vasquez: **** you, man!
Hudson: Anytime, anywhere.
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[Only in special edition]
[Discussing where the eggs come from]
Hudson: What if it's like an anthive?
Vasquez: Bees, bees have hives!
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Ripley: Just tell me one thing, Burke. You're going out there to destroy them, right? Not to study. Not to bring back. But to wipe them out.
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Ripley: You didn't say anything about an android being on board, why not?
Bishop: I prefer the term "Artificial Person" myself.
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[Ripley slaps away the tray of food Biship offers her.]
Frost: I guess she don't like the cornbread, either.
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Apone: Allright, sweethearts, you heard the man and you know the drill! *******s and elbows!
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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: ****.
Hudson: Oh, man...
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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.
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Frost: Man, I'm telling you, I got a bad feeling about this drop.
Wierzbowski: You always say that, Frost. You always say, "I got a bad feeling about this drop."
Frost: Okay, okay. When we get back without you, I'll call your folks.
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[A facehugger trapped in a stasis tube tries unsuccessfully to attack Burke]
Hicks: Looks like love at first sight to me. Oh, he likes you, Burke!
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[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.
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Dietrich: Looks like some sort of secreted resin.
Hicks: Yeah, but secreted from *what*?
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Burke: Busy little creatures, huh?
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Hicks: Marines, we are LEAVING!
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[Only in 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 want to **** with me. Check it out! Hey Ripley, don't worry. Me and my squad of ultimate badasses will protect you! Check it out! Independently targeting particle beam phalanx. Whoa! Fry half a city with this puppy. We got tactical smart missiles, base plasma pulse rifles, RPGs, we got sonic electronic ball breakers! We got nukes, we got knives, sharp sticks...
Apone: Knock it off, Hudson. Alright, gear off.
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Frost: Hey, I sure wouldn't mind getting me some more of that Arcturian poontang! Remember that time?
Spunkmeyer: Yeah Frost, except the one you had was MALE.
Frost: It doesn't matter when it's Arcturian, baby!
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Hudson: Oh dear Lord Jesus, this ain't happening, man... This can't be happening, man! This isn't happening!
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Burke: Look, this is an emotional moment for all of us, okay? I know that. But let's not... Let's not make snap judgments, please. This is clearly an important species we're dealing with and I don't think that you or I, or anybody, has the right to arbitrarily exterminate them!
Ripley: Wrong!
Vasquez: Yeah. Watch us.
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Burke: Look, Ripley, this is a multi-million dollar installation. He can't make that kind of decision. He's just a grunt. Ah, no offense.
Hicks: None taken.
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Burke: Look, what if that ship didn't even exist? Did you ever think about that? I didn't know! So if I went and made a major security situation out of it, everybody steps in! Administration steps in, and-- there's no exclusive rights for anybody! Nobody wins! So I made a decision, and it was... wrong. It was a bad call, Ripley. It was a bad call.
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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.
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Hicks: This doesn't make any god-**** sense.
Ripley: He figured he could get an alien back through quarantine, if one of us was impregnated, or whatever you call it, then frozen for the trip home. Nobody would know about the embryos we were carrying; me and Newt.
Hicks: Wait a minute now. We don't know.
Ripley: Yes! The only way he could do it, was to sabotage certain freezers on the way home. Then he could jettison the bodies and make up any story he liked.
Hudson: ****. He's dead.
[Points muzzle of pulse-rifle to Burke's face again and looks him in the eye]
Hudson: You're dog meat pal!
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Hicks: All right, we waste him. No offense!
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[Hudson is frantically mowing down aliens.]
Hudson: Come on! Come on! Come and get it, baby! Come on! Let's go, yeah, come on! Come on! Come and get it you bastards! Come on, you too! Oh, you want some of this? **** you!
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Vasquez: Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast!
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Bishop: Ripley, in nineteen minutes this area is going to be a cloud of vapor the size of Nebraska!
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Bishop: Not bad for a human.
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Gorman: Any Questions?
[Hudson raises his hand]
Gorman: What is it private?
Hudson: How do I get out of this chicken**** outfit?
Apone: You secure that **** Hudson!
