What's in-fucking-side me? Ripley:
There's a monster in your chest. These guys hijacked your ship, and they sold your cryo tube to this... human. And he put an alien inside of you. It's a really nasty one. And in a few hours it's gonna burst through your ribcage, and you're gonna die. Any questions? Purvis:
Who are you? Ripley:
I'm the monster's mother.
Then this little synthetic bitch is gonna plug into the Auriga, and she is gonna take us right back to home base, according to the standard emergency procedures. Annalee Call:
No, she's not! Distephano:
Are you crazy? You still wanna bring those things back to Earth? Johner:
Haven't you been payin' attention today? Dr. Wren:
Ah, the intellectual speaks.
In the... In the Company? Dr. Wren:
Weyland-Yutani, Ripley's former employer. Terran growth conglomerate. They had defense contracts with the military. Oh they went under decades ago Gediman, way before your time. Bought out by Walmart. Fortunes of war.
Does it grow? Dr. Gediman:
Yeah. Very rapidly. Ripley:
It's a queen. Dr. Gediman:
How did you know that? Ripley:
She'll breed. You'll die. Everyone in the company will die.
It's beautiful. Ripley:
Yeah. Annalee Call:
I didn't expect it to be. What happens now? Ripley:
I don't know. I'm a stranger here myself.
[after discovering Call is a robot]
You're a robot? Johner:
Son of a bitch! Our little Call's just full of surprises. Ripley:
I should have known. No human being is that humane.
And the animal itself - wondrous! The potential? Unbelievable once we've tamed them. We'll teach them tricks. Ripley:
Roll over, play dead, heal.
Why do you care what happens to them? Annalee Call:
Because I'm programmed to. Ripley:
You're programmed to be an asshole? You're the new asshole model they're putting out?
Well, I say if we wanna make any decent time, I say we ditch the cripple.
No offense, man. Vriess:
[giving him the finger]
[a soldier prods Johner in the back with a rifle. Johner spins and snatches it away in an eyeblink]
Don't ever touch me!
[returns it just as fast]
Hey, Ripley. I heard you, like, ran into these things before? Ripley:
That's right. Johner:
Wow, man. So, like, what did you do? Ripley:
[Strapped to Christie's back, about to traverse the flooded kitchen]
Hey Christie, do me a favour. When we hit the surface on the other side, no backstroke, okay!
Hey, Vriess, you got a socket wrench? Maybe she just needs an oil change. Can't believe I almost fucked it. Vriess:
Yeah, like you never fucked a robot.
He is breeding an alien species. More than dangerous. If those things get loose, it's gonna make the Lacerta Plague look like a fucking square dance!
[about leaving Ripley, who has just been sucked into the alien lair, behind]
It's not right! Purvis:
I've been saying that all day.
Right, you're the "new model" droid. You can access the mainframe by remote. Annalee Call:
No, I can't. I burned my modem. We all did.
You can't fly one of these things too, can you? Ripley:
Are you kidding? This piece of shit is even older than I am.
What's the big deal, man? Fuckin' waste of ammo. Christie:
Let's go. Johner:
Must be a chick thing.