Alien quotes — QuoteGeek

On the shelf

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You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? Perfect organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility.
— Ash, Alien
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In space no one can hear you scream.
— Tagline of the 1979 poster and ads, credited to Barbara Gips; never said by a character in Alien (1979).
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Hey, maybe you haven’t been keeping up with current events, but we just got our asses kicked pal!
— Private Hudson, Aliens
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They're coming outta the walls. They're coming outta the goddamn walls!
— Private Hudson, Aliens
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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?
— Private Hudson, Aliens
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We'd better get back, 'cause it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night...mostly.
— Newt, Aliens
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We're on an express elevator to hell - going down!
— Private Hudson, Aliens
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Get away from her you bitch!
— Ripley, Aliens

The films

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Alien 1979

A blurred sailboat visible through a frosted window, with a closed brass spyglass resting on the sill. — Original artwork

I can't see a goddamn thing.

Lambert

A black spiky object glows green beneath a glass bell jar, with small brass tongs beside its metal base. — Original artwork

It’s got a wonderful defense mechanism: you don’t dare kill it.

Parker

Painterly radio dish beneath a starry sky reflected in dark, still water. — Original artwork

Ash and Captain Dallas are dead. 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.

Ripley

Brass lever switch on a grounded steel block beside coiled amber wire — Original artwork

When we throw the switches, how long before the ship blows?

Ripley

Aliens 1986

A burly sergeant stands on a mess-hall table addressing a squad of marines aboard a starship. — Original artwork

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!

Apone

A pale android in a white shirt stands by a sickbay bed aboard a starship as a woman watches. — Original artwork

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Bishop

A pale android and a marine in armour study green screens in a starship's command deck. — Original artwork

I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.

Bishop

Armoured marines with flashlights advance through a steam-filled, red-lit corridor of pipes. — Original artwork

I'm coming in.

Gorman

Small open wooden door and shallow threshold, no signage or person, inside original centered crop envelope — Original artwork

Drake, we are leaving!

Hicks

A black tuxedo jacket and a pale lace bra hang side by side on wooden hangers against pink. — Original artwork

Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?

Private Hudson

A tilted glass jar containing a golden question mark, resting on plum velvet. — Original artwork

Is this going to be a standup fight, sir, or another bughunt?

Private Hudson

A folded metallic paper airplane trails orange smoke through a stormy blue sky. — Original artwork

Let's just bug out and call it even, OK?

Private Hudson

A dented tin megaphone with a rolled paper scroll inside it against a gray and mustard background. — Original artwork

Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen!

Private Hudson

A brass balance scale holds a gold coin in one pan and a curved metal claw in the other. — Original artwork

I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them fucking each other over for a goddamn percentage.

Ripley

Painterly olive-green beret beside a small round metal shield. — Original artwork

These people are here to protect you. They are soldiers.

Ripley

A metal switch box stands beside coiled orange cable and an unlit glass bulb. — Original artwork

They cut the power.

Ripley

A brown glove with one raised finger casts an exclamation-mark-shaped shadow on pale ground. — Original artwork

Thank you, Officer Ripley, that will be all.

Van Leuwin

A small brass compass rests on a folded pale street map against cream. — Original artwork

Look man! I only need to know one thing - where they are.

Vasquez

Painterly dark combat knife leaning across a worn olive canteen on a brown surface. — Original artwork

Wake up, pendejo, man, I'm going to kill you!

Vasquez

Alien 3 1992

A brass megaphone sends out radiating golden light above red cloth against deep crimson. — Original artwork

This is Rumor Control. Here are the facts!

Andrews

Worn maroon boxing glove draped over a small turquoise stool — Original artwork

You're all going to die. The only question is how you check out. Do you wanna go on your feet? Or down on your fuckin' knees... beggin'? Well I ain't much for begging! Nobody ever gave me nothing! So I say fuck that thing! Let's fight it!

Dillon