Aliens1986

[surviving marines take refuge in the colony after the dropship's crash, gathering all equipment they got left]

Hicks:
That's absolutely everything we can salvage from the APC wreckage. We've got four pulse rifles, with about fifty rounds each. That ain't so good. We've got fifteen of these M40 grenades [Newt reaches for a grenade] Don't touch that. Dangerous, honey.

Ripley:
Is that the only flamethrower?

Hicks:
Yeah. It's only half-full, but it's functional. Got another one, it's damaged, so I don't know about that one. But the good news... We've got four of these robot sentries, with display and scanners intact. They really kick ass. They'll come in handy.

Ripley:
How long after we're declared overdue we can expect a rescue?

[long moment of silence]

Hicks:
[deadpan] Seventeen days.

Hudson:
Seventeen days? Hey man, I don't wanna rain on your parade, but we're not gonna last seventeen hours! These things are going to come here like they did before and they're gonna... [starts rambling unintelligibly]

Ripley:
Hudson! HUDSON! [Hudson stops talking] This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training [to Newt] Right?

[Newt looks at them and salutes playfully]

Hudson:
[scoffs] Why don't you put her in charge!?

Ripley:
You better start dealing with it, OK!? Listen to me! Hudson, just deal with it, because we need you, and I'm sick of your bullshit. I want you to get into the terminal and get me some kind of floor plan of this building. Construction blueprints, I don't care, anything that shows us a layout of this place. You listening?

Hudson:
[distraught] Yeah.

Ripley:
I need to see air ducts, I need to see electrical access tunnels, sub-basements, every possible way into this complex [beat] We don't have much time.

Hudson:
Yeah. Yeah, I'm on it.

Ripley:
Hudson! Just relax.

[Hudson exhales loudly and leaves]

Bishop:
I'm gonna be in the med-lab. Check on Gorman, continue my analysis.

Ripley:
All right. You do that.