Newt: We’d better get back, ’cause it’ll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night…mostly.
Hudson: Well that’s great, that’s just fuckin’ great man, now what the fuck are we supposed to do? We’re in some real pretty shit now man… That’s it man, game over man, game over, man! Game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?
Hudson: They’re coming outta the walls. They’re coming outta the goddamn walls!
Bishop: I’m afraid I have some bad news.
Hudson: Well, that’s a switch.
Gorman: I’m coming in.
Hudson: I feel safer already.
Vasquez: Wake up, pendejo, man, I’m going to kill you!
Van Leuwin: Thank you, Officer Ripley, that will be all.
Ripley: God damn it, that’s not all! ‘Cause if just one of those things get down here, then that will be all! And all this bullshit that you think is so important, you can kiss all that goodbye!
Ripley: Get away from her you bitch!
Ripley: These people are here to protect you. They are soldiers.
Newt: It won’t make any difference.
Hicks: Drake, we are leaving!
Ripley: I don’t know which species is worse. You don’t see them fucking each other over for a goddamn percentage.
Bishop: I may be synthetic, but I’m not stupid.
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!
Hudson: Stop your grinnin’ and drop your linen!
Ripley: They cut the power.
Hudson: What do you mean “they cut the power”? How could they cut the power, man? They’re animals!
Hudson: Hey, maybe you haven’t been keeping up with current events, but we just got our asses kicked pal!
Hudson: Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?
Vasquez: No, have you?
Vasquez: Look man! I only need to know one thing – where they are.
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.
Private Hudson: We’re on an express elevator to hell – going down!
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: Fuckin’ A…
Burke: Ho-ho-hold on one second. This installation has a substantial dollar value attached to it.
Ripley: They can bill me.