Alien 31992

Dillon:
This is the choice. You die sitting here on your ass or to die out there. At least we take a shot, we owe it one! It's f***ed us up. Maybe we can get even for the others. So how do you want it?

Morse:
What the f*** are you talking about?

Dillon:
I'm talkin' about killing that big motherf***er.

Aaron:
Hold it, hold it. The rescue team is on its way. We could just sit this out.

Ripley:
Rescue team for whom?

Aaron:
For us.

Ripley:
They just want the beast, you know that.

Aaron:
I don't give a damn what they want. They're not gonna pick us off one by one, are they?

Ripley:
I wouldn't be so sure.

Aaron:
Come on, they're gonna take us home.

Dillon:
They're not gonna take us home.

Morse:
Still doesn't mean we should go out and fight it. Jesus Christ, give us a break!

Aaron:
You've gotta be f***ing nuts! Look, I've got a wife and a kid--

Dillon:
Nobody give a sh*t about you, 85, you're not one of us. You're not a believer. You're a f***ing company man!

Aaron:
Yeah, okay. Okay, so I'm a company man, I'm not a f***ing criminal. You keep telling me how dumb I am. Well I'm smart enough not to have a life sentence on this rock! [the prisoners yell insults and profanities at him] Yeah, and I'm smart enough to wait for some firepower to show up before we fight this thing! Right?

Dillon:
Okay, fine. Just sit here on your asses.

Morse:
[sarcastically] How about if I sit here on my ass?

Dillon:
: No problem. Oh, I forgot. You're the guy that's made a deal with God to live forever, and all the rest of you pussies can sit it out too. Me and her will do all the fighting.

Morse:
Okay. But I want the same thing as you. I want to see it dead, I hate the f***er! It killed my mates, too! Why can't we just wait for the company and have some guns on our side? Why do we have to go on some f***ing suicide run?!

Aaron:
Right!

Ripley:
Because they won't kill it. They might kill you just for having seen it, but they're not gonna kill it.

Aaron:
That is crazy! That is horseshit! They will not kill us!

Ripley:
When they first heard about this thing, it was crew expendable. The next time they sent in 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 going to 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.