Danny WebbQuotes

Ripley: Don't come any closer!

Aaron: Wait. They're here to help...

Ripley: Stay where you are!

Bishop II: [removes his sunglasses and steps forward] Ripley.

Ripley: Bishop?

Bishop II: I'm here to help you.

Ripley: No more bullshit. I just felt it move.

Bishop II: Do you know who I am?

Ripley: You're a droid, same model as Bishop. Sent by the fucking company.

Bishop II: No. I'm not the Bishop Android. I designed it. I'm very human. The company sent me here to show you a friendly face, to demonstrate how important you are to us... to me.

Ripley: You just wanna take it back.

Bishop II: We want to kill it and take you home.

Ripley: Bullshit.

Bishop II: You're wrong. We want to help.

Ripley: What does that mean?

Bishop II: We're going to take that out of you...

Ripley: ...and keep it.

Bishop II: We can't allow it to live. Everything we know would be in jeopardy.

Ripley: You don't wanna take it back?

Bishop II: Ripley, time is important. Let us deal with the malignancy. We've got a surgical base set up on the rescue ship. Come with me.

Medic: It's very quick. Painless. A couple of incisions... you'll be out for two hours.

Bishop II: And then it's over. You still can have a life. Children. And most important, you'll know it's dead. Let me help you.

Ripley: What guarantee do I have, once you've taken it out... that you'll destroy it?

Bishop II: [approaches her] You have to trust me. Please? Trust me?

Bishop II: [a soldier shoots Morse in the leg] What's this going to achieve? STOP!

Morse: AHHH! Oh, Jesus!

Ripley: Morse, will you help me?

Morse: What do you want me to do?

Bishop II: It was a mistake! There was no need for any of it!

Aaron: [picks up a large wrench, then hits Bishop II over the head with it] Fucking android!

Bishop II: I'M NOT A DROID!!

Bishop II: [to cameraman] Ripley, think of all we can learn from it! It's the chance of a lifetime! You must let me have it! It's a magnificent specimen! No pictures!

Ripley: You're crazy.

Bishop II: What are you doing?

Bishop II: [as Ripley falls into the furnace below, a queen Chestburster pops out, but Ripley holds her captive and both of them get engulfed in the furnace] NOOOOOOOOO!

Ripley: Now!

Dillon: What about you?

Ripley: I'm staying.

Dillon: Bullshit! There's gonna be ten tons of hot lead in here!

Ripley: I'm telling you, I wanna die!

Dillon: We got a deal, remember?! It dies first, then you! I'm not gonna move without you! Now get going!

Ripley: Dillon!

Dillon: I've gotta hold it here.

Ripley: What about me?

Dillon: God will take care of you now, sister!

Ripley: No!

Dillon: [he takes off his glasses and turns to the alien; the alien attacks him; to the alien] Pour the lead! Fuck you. Pour it, Ripley! Go on! Goddamn it! Pour the lead, Ripley! Pour it now! Come on! Come on! That's all you got? Is that as hard as you fight, motherfucker?!

Ripley: [waves to Morse] Morse! Over here!

Morse: Ripley!

Ripley: [Morse positions the machine over the pit] Pour the lead! Pour the lead! Pour it!

David: Have you got some sort of plan?

Dillon: This is a leadworks, isn't it? All we got to do is lure the fucking beast into the mold. Drown it in hot lead.

Morse: Oh right... and how do we do that?

Gregor: Yeah. What are we gonna use for bait?

Kevin: [realizes] Aw, fuck!

Dillon: We're all gonna die. The only question is when. This is as good a place as any to take your first steps to heaven. The only question is how you check out. Do you want it on your feet, or on your fucking knees... begging?! I ain't much for begging! Nobody ever gave me nothing! So I say fuck that thing! Let's fight it!

Morse: Fuck it! Let's go for it!

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 fucked us up. Maybe we can get even for the others. So how do you want it?

Morse: What the fuck are you talking about?

Dillon: I'm talkin about killing that big motherfucker.

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

Ripley: Rescue team for who?

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 fucking nuts! Look, I've got a wife and a kid--

Dillon: Nobody give a shit about you, 85. You're not one of us, you're not a believer. You're a fucking company man!

Aaron: [the prisoners yell insults and profanities at him] Yeah, okay. So I'm a company man, I'm not a fucking criminal. You keep telling me how dumb I am. Well I'm smart enough not to have a life sentence on this rock! 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, huh? And all the rest of you pussies can sit it out too. Me and her will do all the fighting.

Morse: Okay, look. I want the same thing as you. I want to see it dead, I hate the fucker! 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 fucking 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 fuck about one friend of yours that's died. Not one.

Dillon: Give us strength, O Lord, to endure. We recognize that we are poor sinners in the hands of an angry God. Let the circle be unbroken until the day. Amen. What the fuck is happening here? What the fuck is this bullshit that's coming down? We got a murder. We got a rape. We got brothers in trouble. I DON'T WANT NO MORE BULLSHIT AROUND HERE!! NOW WE'VE GOT PROBLEMS!! WE STAND TOGETHER!!

Andrews: Yes. Thank you, Mr. Dillon. All right. Once again, this is rumor control. Here are the facts. At 0800 hours, prisoner Murphy, through carelessness on his part, was found dead in vent shaft 17. He seems to have been sucked into a ventilator fan. At about 2100 hours, prisoner Golic reappeared in a deranged state. Prisoners Boggs and Rains are missing. There seems to be a good chance that they have met with foul play at the hands of prisoner Golic. We need to organize and send out a search party; volunteers will be appreciated. I think it's fair to say that our smoothly running facility has suddenly developed a few problems. I can only hope we are all able to pull together over the next few days until the rescue team arrives for Lieutenant Ripley.

Ripley: [runs into the room, breathless and panicking] It's here! It got Clemens!

Andrews: [loses his temper] Stop this raving at once! Stop it!

Ripley: I'm telling you! It's here!

Andrews: Aaron, get that foolish woman back to the infirmary!

Morse: [holding a chair, after the panic subsides in shocked silence] ...FUCK!