Alien

Parker:
Got a wonderful defense mechanism. You don't dare kill it.

Parker:
It's a robot. Ash is a god damn robot.

Lambert:
I can't see a goddamn thing.

Kane:
Quit griping.

Lambert:
I like griping.

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

Parker:
Ten minutes.

Ripley:
No bullshit?

Parker:
We ain't outta here in ten minutes, we won't need no rocket to fly through space.

Ripley:
Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of The Nostromo, signing off.

Ripley:
Final report of the commercial starship Nostromo, third officer reporting. The other members of the crew, Kane, Lambert, Parker, Brett, Ash and Captain Dallas, are dead. Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.

Ripley:
Come on, cat.

Brett:
This is the worst sh*t I've ever seen, man.

Parker:
Have you got any biscuits over there?

Ripley:
Here's some cornbread.

Parker:
Cornbread. Yeah.

Lambert:
I am cold.

Parker:
Still with us Brett?

Brett:
Right.

Kane:
I feel dead.

Parker:
Anybody ever tell you you look dead, man?

Ash:
There is an explanation for all this.

Kane:
Oh, I feel dead.

Parker:
Anybody ever tell you you look dead?

Parker:
Uh, before we dock, I think we ought to discuss the bonus situation.

Brett:
Right.

Parker:
Brett and I think we ought to, we deserve full shares, right baby?

Brett:
Right. You see, Mr. Parker and I feel that the bonus situation has never been on a, an equitable level.

Dallas:
Well, you get what you're contracted for like everybody else.

Brett:
Yes, but everybody else, uh, gets more than us.

Parker:
If they find what they're lookin' for out there, that mean we get full shares?

Ripley:
Don't worry, Parker, yeah. You'll get whatever's coming to you.

Brett:
Look, I'm not gonna do any more work, until we get this straightened out.

Ripley:
Brett, you're guaranteed by law to get a share.

Parker:
What?

Ripley:
Why don't you just f*** off?

Parker:
What?

Brett:
Uh, what'd you say, Rip?

Ripley:
If you have any trouble, I'll be on the bridge.

Ripley:
Ash, that transmission - Mother's deciphered part of it. It doesn't look like an S.O.S.

Ash:
What is it, then?

Ripley:
Well, I, it looks like a warning. I'm gonna go out after them.

Ash:
What's the point? I mean by the, the time it takes to get there, you'll, they'll know if it's a warning or not, yes?

Dallas:
Something has attached itself to him. We have to get him to the infirmary right away.

Ripley:
What kind of thing? I need a clear definition.

Dallas:
An organism. Open the hatch.

Ripley:
Wait a minute. If we let it in, the ship could be infected. You know the quarantine procedure. Twenty-four hours for decontamination.

Dallas:
He could die in twenty-four hours. Open the hatch.

Ripley:
Listen to me, if we break quarantine, we could all die.

Lambert:
Could you open the god-damned hatch? We have to get him inside.

Ripley:
No. I can't do that and if you were in my position, you'd do the same.

Dallas:
Ripley, this is an order. Open that hatch right now, do you hear me?

Ripley:
Yes.

Dallas:
Ripley. This is an order. Do you hear me?

Ripley:
Yes. I read you. The answer is negative.

Ripley:
That's amazing. What is it?

Ash:
Uh, yes, it is. Umm. I don't know yet. Did you want something?

Ripley:
Yes, I, uh. Have a little talk. How's, uh, how's Kane?

Ash:
He's holding, no changes.

Ripley:
And, uh, our guest?

Ash:
Umm.

Ripley:
Hmm?

Ash:
Well, as I said, I'm still... collating, actually, but uh, I have confirmed that he's got an outer layer of protein polysaccharides. Has a funny habit of shedding his cells and replacing them with polarized silicon, which gives him a prolonged resistance to adverse environmental conditions. Is that enough?

Ripley:
That's plenty. What does it mean?

Ash:
Please don't do that. Thank you.

Ripley:
I'm sorry.

Ash:
Well, it's an interesting combination of elements making him... a tough little son-of-a-b*tch.

Ripley:
And you let him in.

Ash:
I was obeying a direct order. Remember?

Ripley:
Ash. When Dallas and Kane are off the ship, I'm Senior Officer.

Ash:
Oh, yes, I forgot.

Ripley:
You also forgot the Science Division's basic quarantine law.

Ash:
No, that I didn't forget.

Ripley:
Oh, I see, you just broke it. Hmm?

Ash:
Look. What would you have done with Kane, hmm? You know his only chance of survival was to get him in here.

Ripley:
Unfortunately, by, uh, breaking quarantine, you risk everybody's life.

Ash:
Maybe I should have left him outside. Maybe I've jeopardized the rest of us, but it was a risk I was willing to take.

Ripley:
That's a pretty big risk for a Science Officer. It's, uh, not exactly out of the manual, is it?

Ash:
I do take my responsibilities as seriously as you, you know. You do your job and let me do mine, yes?

Ripley:
Come on, Ash, I mean, the Science Department should be able to help us. What can we do to drive it?

Ash:
Yes, well, it has adapted remarkably well to our atmosphere considering its nutritional requirements. The only thing we don't know about is temperature.

Ripley:
OK, what about temperature? What happens if we change it?

Ash:
Let's try it. I mean most animals retreat from fire, yes?

Dallas:
Fire, yeah.

Ripley:
Mother! I've turned the cooling unit back on. Mother!

Mother:
The ship will automatically destruct in t-minues five minutes.

Ripley:
You... B*TCH!

Ripley:
Micro changes in air density, my ass.

Ripley:
What does it key on?

Ash:
Micro changes in air density.

Dallas:
All right! Ripley, when I give an order, I expect to be obeyed!

Ripley:
Even if it's against the law?!

Dallas:
YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT!!

Parker:
Well, now that she has a point, you know, who the hell knows what that thing is!

Dallas:
[looks at a pen being dissolved by alien's body fluid] I haven't seen anything like that except molecular acid.

Brett:
It must be using it for blood.

Parker:
It's got a wonderful defense mechanism. You don't dare kill it.

Ash:
Ripley, for God's sake, this is the first time that we've encountered a species like this. It has to go back, all sorts of tests have to be made.

Ripley:
Ash, are you kidding? This thing bled acid, and who knows what it's gonna do when it's dead?

Ash:
I think it's safe to assume it isn't a zombie. Dallas, it has to go back.

Dallas:
Well, I'd soon as not...burn it at the stake, but you're the science officer; it's your decision, Ash.

Dallas:
[to Kane] Do you remember anything about the planet? [Kane shakes his head]

Ripley:
What's the last thing you do remember? Hmm?

Kane:
I remember some...horrible dream about smothering...and, anyway, where are we?!

Ripley:
Right here. We're on our way home.

Brett:
Yeah. Back to the old freezerinos.

Parker:
We found this laying there. No blood, no Dallas, nothing. How come I don't hear anybody say anything?

Ripley:
I'm thinking! Unless somebody has got a better idea...we'll proceed with Dallas' plan.

Lambert:
What? And end up like the others? No, no, you're out of your mind!

Ripley:
You got a better idea?

Lambert:
Yes! I say that we abandon this ship! We take the shuttle and just get the hell out of here! We take our chances and … and hope that somebody will pick us up!

Ripley:
Lambert...the shuttle won't take four.

Lambert:
Well, then why don't we draw straws and...

Parker:
I'm not drawing any straws! I'm for killing that goddamn thing right now!

Ripley:
Right. Well, let's talk about killing it. We know it's using the air shafts. Will you listen to me, Parker? Shut up!!

Parker:
Let's hear it. Let's hear it.

Ripley:
It's using the air shafts.

Parker:
But we don't know that.

Ripley:
That's the only way! We'll move in pairs. We'll go step by step and cut off every bulkhead and every vent until we have it cornered. And then we'll blow it the f*** out into space. Is that acceptable to you?

Parker:
If you think it means killing it, yeah, that's acceptable to me.

Ripley:
Obviously, it means killing it. But we have to stick together.

Ripley:
Ash. Any suggestions from you or MOTHER?

Ash:
No, we're still collating.

Ripley:
[laughing in disbelief] What? You're still "collating"? I find that hard to believe.

Ash:
What would you like me to do?

Ripley:
Just what you've been doing, Ash – nothing. I've got access to MOTHER now, and I'll get my own answers, thank you.

Ash:
All right.

Ripley:
Ash, can you hear me? Ash?

Ash:
Yes, I can hear you.

Ripley:
What was your special order?

Ash:
You read it. I thought it was clear.

Ripley:
What was it?

Ash:
Bring back life form. Priority One. All other priorities rescinded.

Parker:
The damn company. What about our lives, you son of a b*tch?!

Ash:
I repeat, all other priorities are rescinded.

Ripley:
How do we kill it, Ash? There's got to be a way of killing it. How – how do we do it?

Ash:
You can't.

Parker:
That's bullshit.

Ash:
You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? The perfect organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility.

Lambert:
You admire it.

Ash:
I admire its purity. A survivor...unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.

Parker:
Well, I don't. I've heard enough of this, and I'm asking you to pull the plug.

[Ripley moves to turn Ash off, but he interrupts]

Ash:
Last words.

Ripley:
What?

Ash:
I can't lie to you about your chances, but...you have my sympathies. [he smiles]

Ripley:
[turns Ash off] We're gonna blow up the ship. We'll take our chances, and blow up the ship.

[Ripley has tried in vain to disengage the Nostromo's self-destruct]

Ripley:
MOTHER! I've turned the cooling unit back on. MOTHER!

MOTHER:
The ship will automatically destruct in T-minus five minutes.

Ripley:
You b*tch!

[She smashes the computer monitor with a flamethrower]

Ellen Ripley:
You... are... my lucky star.

Ellen Ripley:
[After the Nostromo explodes, seemingly killing the Alien] I got you...you son of a b*tch.

Parker:
Get ready to roll!