Elgyn:
She is severely fuckable, ain't she?
Annalee Call:
You're a thing, a construct. They grew you in a fucking lab.
Johner:
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.
Ripley:
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?
Ripley:
Who do I have to fuck to get off this boat?
Johner:
I can get you off. Maybe not the boat.
Johner:
Don't push me, little Call. You hang with us for a while, you'll find out I am not the man with whom to fuck!
Johner:
Earth, man. What a shithole.
Johner:
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.
Purvis:
God, I'm so tired.
Johner:
Sleep when you die, man.
Annalee Call:
Jesus Christ, Johner, what do you put in this shit, battery acid?
Johner:
Just for color.
Johner:
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:
I died.
Purvis:
[
shouting] 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 you're gonna die. Any questions?
Purvis:
Who are you?
Ripley:
I'm the monster's mother.
Distephano:
I thought you were dead
Ripley:
Yeah, I get that a lot.
Elgyn:
Hey, son, I'll give ya my authorization code. It's E-A, T-M, E.
Johner:
What's the big deal, man? Fuckin' waste of ammo.
Christie:
Let's go.
Johner:
Must be a chick thing.
Johner:
I'm not the mechanic here, Ironsides! I mostly just hurt people!
Dr. Wren:
I think you will find that, uh, things have changed a great deal since your time.
Ripley:
I doubt that.
Annalee Call:
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!
General Perez:
Ellen Ripley died trying to wipe this species out. For all intents and purposes, she succeeded!
[
when the Betty hits Earth's atmosphere]
Johner:
What's burning?
Vriess:
Us!
Johner:
Shit! You're right!
[
when the Alien "baby" emerges from the Queen's womb]
Dr. Gediman:
You are... a beautiful, beautiful, butterfly.
Johner:
[
to Call] Kill you! Does that compute?
Johner:
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.
Ripley:
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.
[
General Perez offers Elgyn a drink]
General Perez:
Drink, Elgyn?
Elgyn:
Constantly.
[
first lines]
Ripley:
[
voiceover] My mommy always said there were no monsters. No real ones. But there are.
[
last lines]
Annalee Call:
[
about the Earth] It's beatiful.
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.
Dr. Wren:
Distephano, take the weapons.
Distephano:
Begging your pardon, sir, but FUCK YOU!
Dr. Gediman:
[
after watching the massacre in the mess hall] Security! There is a serious problem in the mess hall!
Annalee Call:
Father's dead, asshole. Intruder on level one. All aliens, please proceed to level one.
Annalee Call:
[
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.
Ripley:
You did it. You saved the Earth.
Johner:
I thought synthetics were supposed to be all logical and shit. You're just a big ol' psycho girl!
Johner:
Well, I say if we wanna make any decent time, I say we ditch the cripple.
[
to Vriess]
Johner:
No offense, man.
Vriess:
[
giving him the finger] None taken!
[
a soldier prods Johner in the back with a rifle. Johner spins and snatches it away in an eyeblink]
Johner:
Don't ever touch me!
[
returns it just as fast]
Johner:
Ever!
Dr. Wren:
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.
Vriess:
[
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!
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