[After discovering the alien bleeds acid.]
Parker: It's got a wonderful defense mechanism: you don't dare kill it.
Lambert: I can't see a goddamn thing.
Kane: Quit griping!
Lambert: I like griping.
Ripley: Whenever he says *anything* you say "right," Brett, you know that?
Ripley: Parker, what do you think? Your staff just follows you around and says "right"? Looks like a regular parrot.
Parker: [laughs] Yes... What, are you some kind of parrot?
Ripley: When we throw the switches, how long before the ship blows?
Parker: Ten minutes.
Ripley: No bullshit?
Parker: If we ain't outta here in ten minutes, we won't need no rocket to fly through space.
Ripley: Ash, can you hear me? ASH!
Ash: Yes, I can hear you.
Ripley: What was your special order twenty-four?
Ash: You read it, I thought it was clear.
Ripley: What was it?
Ash: Return alien life form, all other priorities rescinded.
Parker: What about our lives, you son of a bitch?
Ash: I repeat, all other priorities rescinded.
Ripley: How do we kill it?
Ash: You can't.
Ash: You still don't know what you're dealing with do you? Perfect organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility.
Lambert: You admire it.
Ash: I admire its purity, its sense of survival; unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.
Parker: I've heard enough and I'm asking you to pull the plug.
Ash: One more word. I can't speak for your chances, but... you have my sympathies.
Ripley: Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about 6 weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of The Nostromo, signing off.
Kane: Oh, I feel dead.
Parker: Anybody ever tell you you look dead?
Parker: Before we dock, I think we ought to discuss the bonus situation. Brett and I, we think we ought to, we deserve full shares. Right?
Brett: You see, Mr. Parker and I feel that the bonus situation has never been on a, an equitable level.
Dallas: Well, you get what you contracted for like everybody else.
Brett: Yes, but everybody else gets more than us.
Parker: If they found what they're lookin' for out there, does that mean we get full shares?
Ripley: Don't worry, Parker, yeah. You'll get whatever's comin' to you.
Brett: Look, I'm not gonna do any more work until we get this straightened out.
[Brett turns on a steam vent, making a loud noise obscuring Ripley's words.]
Ripley: Brett, you're guaranteed by law to get a share.
Ripley: Why don't you just fuck off?
Brett: Whaddya say Rip?
Ripley: If you have any trouble, I'll be on the bridge.
Ripley: Ash, that transmission -- Mother's deciphered part of it. It doesn't look like an S.O.S.
Ash: Well, what is it, then?
Ripley: Well, I, it looks like a warning. I'm going to go out after them.
Ash: What's the point? I mean... by the time it takes to get there, you'll, they'll know if it's a warning or not, yes?
Dallas: Something has attached itself to him. We have to get him to the infirmary right away.
Ripley: What kind of thing? I need a clear definition.
Dallas: An organism. Open the hatch!
Ripley: Wait a minute. If we let it in, the ship could be infected. You know the quarantine procedure. Twenty-four hours for decontamination.
Dallas: He could die in twenty-four hours. Open the hatch!
Ripley: Listen to me, if we break quarantine, we could all die.
Lambert: Could you open the god-damned hatch? We have to get him inside.
Ripley: No! I can't do that and if you were in my position, you'd do the same.
Dallas: Ripley, this is an order. Open that hatch right now, do you hear me?
Dallas: Ripley! This is an order! Do you hear me?
Ripley: Yes. I read you. The answer is negative.
Ripley: That's amazing. What is it?
Ash: Oh yes it is. I don't know yet. Did you want something?
Ripley: Yes, I, uh. Have a little talk. How's, uh, how's Kane?
Ash: Just holding, no changes.
Ripley: And, uh, our guest?
Ash: Well, as I said, I'm still collating it, actually, but uh, I have confirmed that he's got an outer layer of protein polysaccharides. He has a funny habit of shedding his cells and replacing them with polarized silicon which gives him a prolonged resistance to adverse environmental conditions. Is that enough?
Ripley: That's funny. What does it mean?
Ash: Well, it's an interesting combination of elements making him a tough little son-of-a-bitch.
Ripley: And you let him in...
Ash: I was obeying a direct order. Remember?
Ripley: Ash! When Dallas and Kane are off the ship, I'm Senior Officer.
Ash: Oh yes, I forgot.
Ripley: You also forgot the Science Division's basic quarantine law.
Ash: No, that I didn't forget.
Ripley: Oh I see, you just broke it!
Ash: Look! What would you have done with Kane, hmm? You know his only chance of survival was to get him in here.
Ripley: Unfortunately, by breaking quarantine, you risk everybody's life.
Ash: Maybe I should have left him outside. Maybe I've jeopardized the rest of us, but it was a risk I was willing to take.
Ripley: That's a pretty big risk for a Science Officer. It's, uh, not exactly out of the manual, is it?
Ash: I do take my responsibilities as seriously as you, you know. You do your job and let me do mine, yes?
Ripley: Come on, Ash, I mean, the Science Department should be able to help us. What can we do to drive it?
Ash: Yes, well, it has adapted remarkably well to our atmosphere considering its nutritional requirements. The only thing we don't know about is temperature.
Ripley: OK, what about temperature? What happens if we change it?
Ash: Let's try it. Most animals retreat from fire, yes?
Dallas: Fire, yeah.
Ripley: Ash?! Any suggestions from you or Mother?
Ash: No, we're still collating.
Ripley: [laughing in disbelief] You what? You're still collating? I find that hard to believe.
Ash: What would you like me to do?
Ripley: Just what you've been doing Ash, nothing!
[Ripley has tried to disengage the self-destruct.]
Ripley: Mother! Turn the cooling unit back on! Mother! ...You bitch!
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