Hudson: Stop your grinnin’ and drop your linen!
Hudson: Hey, maybe you haven’t been keeping up with current events, but we just got our asses kicked pal!
Newt: We’d better get back, ’cause it’ll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night…mostly.
Hudson: They’re coming outta the walls. They’re coming outta the goddamn walls!
Gorman: I’m coming in.
Hudson: I feel safer already.
Ripley: These people are here to protect you. They are soldiers.
Newt: It won’t make any difference.
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!
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 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!
Bishop: I’m afraid I have some bad news.
Hudson: Well, that’s a switch.
Vasquez: Wake up, pendejo, man, I’m going to kill you!
Hicks: Drake, we are leaving!
Bishop: I may be synthetic, but I’m not stupid.