Alien³

Dillon:
You're all gonna die. The only question is how you check out. Do you want it on your feet? Or on your f***in' knees... begging? I ain't much for begging! Nobody ever gave me nothing! So I say *f**** that thing! Let's fight it!

Andrews:
This is Rumor Control. Here are the facts!

Ripley:
Are you attracted to me?

Clemens:
In what way?

Ripley:
In *that* way.

Clemens:
You're very direct.

Ripley:
I've been out here a long time.

Dillon:
Why? Why are the innocent punished? Why the sacrifice? Why the pain? There aren't any promises. Nothing certain. Only that some get called, some get saved. She won't ever know the hardship and grief for those of us left behind. We commit these bodies to the void with a glad heart. For within each seed, there is a promise of a flower, and within each death, no matter how small, there is always a new life. A new beginning. Amen.

Ripley:
Don't be afraid, I'm part of the family.

Ripley:
This is a maximum security prison, and you have no weapons of any kind?

Andrews:
We have some carving knives in the abbatoir, a few more in the mess hall. Some fire axes scattered about the place - nothing terribly formidable.

Ripley:
That's all?

Andrews:
We're on the honor system.

Ripley:
Then we're f***ed.

Ripley:
Are you going to get me some clothes, or should I just go like this?

Clemens:
Given the nature of our indigenous population, I would suggest clothes. None of the men here have seen a woman in years.

Clemens:
Neither have I, for that matter.

Andrews:
Let me see if I have this correct, Left Tenant: it's an 8-foot creature of some kind with acid for blood, and it arrived on your spaceship. It kills on sight, and is generally unpleasant. And of course, you expect me accept all this, your word.

Ripley:
No, I don't expect anything.

Andrews:
Quite a story, Mr Aaron.

Aaron:
Right sir, it's a beauty. Never heard anything quite like it sir.

Andrews:
Expect not.

Ripley:
What's this "eighty-five" thing?

David:
A couple of us sneaked a look at his personnel file the day he arrived. It's his IQ.

Ripley:
You've been in my life so long, I can't remember anything else.

David:
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!

Bishop II:
Ripley! Think of all that we can learn from it! It's the chance of a lifetime, you must let me have it!

Dillon:
Do you have any faith, sister?

Ripley:
Not much.

Dillon:
We've got a lot of faith here. Enough even for you.

Ripley:
I thought women weren't allowed.

Dillon:
Well, we've never had any before. But we tolerate anybody. Even the intolerable.

Dillon:
You better get outta here! I gotta "re-educate" some of the brothers!

Andrews:
I'm afraid we'll have to assume that there's a good chance this simple bastard has murdered them!

Dillon:
Now you DON'T know that! He's never lied to me! He's crazy, he's a fool, but he's NOT a liar!

Dillon:
You'd just better be right about that thing not wanting you. Because if it wants out, that's how it's going to go: through that alcove, through you.

Dillon:
There's nothing "for sure" in this place.

Dillon:
I don't like losing a fight. Not to nobody, not to nothing. That thing out there's already killed half my men and got the other half scared shitless. Now as long as it's alive, sister, you're not going to save any universe.

Dillon:
I wanna get this thing, and I need you to do it! And if it won't kill you, then maybe that helps us fight it!

Ripley:
We waste this thing, then you take care of me.

Dillon:
No problem. Quick, easy and painless!

Ripley:
Because they won't kill it. They might kill you just for having seen it but they're not gonna kill it. When they first heard about this thing, it was "crew expendable". The next time they sent in the marines - they were expendable too. What makes you think they're gonna care about a bunch of lifers who found God at the ass-end of space? You really think they're gonna let you interfere with their plans for this thing? They think we're crud. And they don't give a f*** about one friend of yours that's died. Not one.

Kevin:
This thing is really pissed off!

David:
I saw a drum of this stuff fall into a beach head bunker once. The blast put a tug in dry dock for seventeen weeks. Great stuff!

Boggs:
Watch your step, brother