Alien: Resurrection

Elgyn:
She is severely f***able, isn't she?

Annalee Call:
You're a thing, a construct. They grew you in a f***ing 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 about them?

Annalee Call:
Because I'm programmed to.

Ripley:
You're programmed to be an a**hole? You're the "new model" a**hole they're putting out?

Ripley:
Who do I have to f*** to get off this boat?

Johner:
I can get you off. Maybe not the boat.

Johner:
Don't push me, little Call. If you hang with us for a while, you'll find out I am not the man with whom to f***!

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 f***ed it.

Vriess:
Yeah, like you never f***ed a robot.

Purvis:
God, I am so tired.

Johner:
Sleep when you die, man.

Annalee Call:
Jesus Christ, Johner, what do you put in this sh*t, battery acid?

Johner:
Just for color.

Johner:
So, I hear you, like, ran into these things before?

Ripley:
Yeah.

Johner:
What did you do?

Ripley:
I died.

Purvis:
WHAT'S IN F***ING SIDE ME?

Ripley:
There's a monster in your chest. These guys hijacked your ship, and they sold your cryotube 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 its way through your rib cage, and 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:
My authorization code is E-A, T-M, E.

Johner:
What a waste of ammo. Must be a chick thing.

Johner:
I'm not the mechanic here, Ironsides! I mostly just hurt people!

Dr. Wren:
I think you'll find that things have changed a great deal since your time.

Ripley:
Oh, 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 f***ing square dance!

General Perez:
Ellen Ripley died trying to wipe this species out. For all intents and purposes, she succeeded!

Johner:
What's burning?

Vriess:
Us!

Johner:
Sh*t! You're right!

Dr. Gediman:
You are... a beautiful, beautiful, butterfly.

Johner:
You can't fly one of these things?

Ripley:
Are you kidding? This piece of sh*t 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:
Drink, Elgyn?

Elgyn:
Constantly.

Dr. Wren:
Distephano, take their weapons.

Distephano:
Begging your pardon, Sir, but F*** YOU!