All lines are from Aliens...
[Pulling out his pump-action shotgun]
Hicks: I like to keep this handy for close encounters.
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Van Leuwin: Thank you, Officer Ripley, that will be all.
Ripley: ******** it, that's not all! 'Cause if one of those things gets down here then that will be all! And all this, this ******** that you think is so important, you can just kiss all that goodbye!
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Ripley: Well, someone's gonna have to go out there. Take a portable transmitter and patch in manually.
Hudson: Oh yeah, sure! With those things running around? You can count me out.
Hicks: Yeah I guess we can just count you out of everything, Hudson.
Hudson: That's right, man.
Bishop: [speaking under Hudson] I'll go.
Hudson: And watch you go, man!
Bishop: [more loudly] I'll go.
Ripley: What?
Bishop: I'll go. I mean, I'm the only one qualified to remote-pilot the ship anyway.
Hudson: Yeah right, man, Bishop should go. Good idea!
Bishop: Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic but I'm not stupid.
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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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Ripley: Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire?
Gorman: 10 millimeter explosive tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing rounds, why?
Ripley: Well, look where your team is. They're right under the primary heat exchangers.
Gorman: So?
Ripley: So, if they fire their weapons in there, won't they rupture the cooling system?
Burke: [interjecting] Woah woah. Yeah, she's absolutely right.
Gorman: [turns round to Burke] So, so what?
Burke: Look, this whole station is basically a big fusion reactor...
[Gorman turns back to stare, horrified, at the screen]
Burke: ...right? So you're talkin' about a thermonuclear explosion and "Adiós, muchachos."
Gorman: Oh, great. Wonderful. ****!
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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 ******* in here.
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Ripley: You know Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them ******* each other over for a ******* percentage!
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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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Hudson: You maybe haven't been keeping up on current events but we just got our ***** kicked, pal!
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Hudson: Let's just bug out and call it even, OK? What are we talking about this for?
Ripley: I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
Hudson: *****' 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 *****' 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! What the **** are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?
Burke: Maybe we could build a fire, sing a couple of songs, huh? Why don't we try that?
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Burke: Ripley? You know I expected more from you - I thought you'd be smarter than this.
Ripley: Well, I'm happy to disappoint you.
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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 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.
[to Newt]
Ripley: Right?
[Newt apes a salute]
Hudson: So why don't you put her in charge?
Ripley: You'd better just start dealing with it, Hudson! Listen to me! Hudson, just deal with it because we need you and I'm sick of your ********.
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Frost: Man, I'm telling you, I got a bad feeling about this drop.
Crowe: 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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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: Okay, 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.
Ripley: Bad call? Bad call? THESE PEOPLE ARE DEAD, BURKE! Well, I'm going to make sure they nail you right to the wall for this. You're not going to sleaze your way out of this one. Right to the wall!
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Hicks: This doesn't make any god-damn 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'd all 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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[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 *******s! Come on, you too! Oh, you want some of this? **** you!
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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!
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Ripley: Get away from her, you *****!
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Gorman: Apone! Look... we can't have any firing in there. I, uh... I want you to collect magazines from everybody.
Hudson: Is he ******' crazy?
Frost: What the hell are we supposed to use man? Harsh language?