Lance HenriksenQuotes

Reporter 1#: Gentlemen, I'd like to know from each of you whether your wives and children had anything to say about this. Mr. Slayton?

Deke Slayton: Uh, mine thinks it's fine.

Reporter 2#: Thank you. Mr. Schirra?

Wally Schirra: Uh, they're all for it.

John Glenn: You know, I don't think any of us could really go on with something like this if we didn't have pretty good backing at home. Really. My wife's attitude toward this has been the same as it's been all along through my flying. If it's what I want to do, she's behind it, and by golly, my kids are too, a hundred percent!

Sergeant Neff: What were you trying to do, Damien?

Damien Thorn: I was just answering questions, Sergeant.

Sergeant Neff: You were showing off.

Damien Thorn: No, I just knew all the answers. Somehow, I just knew them all.

Sergeant Neff: You mustn't attract attention.

Damien Thorn: I wasn't trying to. I just felt...

Sergeant Neff: The day will come when everyone will know who you are, but that day is not yet here.

Damien Thorn: What do you mean?

Sergeant Neff: There are things you don't understand. Read your Bible. In the New Testament, there is a Book of Revelation. For you, it is just that - a book of revelation. For you. About you. Read it. 13th chapter. Read. Learn. Understand.

Damien Thorn: What am I supposed to understand?

Sergeant Neff: Who you are.

Sergeant Neff: Be proud of your accomplishments. Pride's all right when there's reason to be proud.

Sergeant Neff: [''To Damien's platoon''] You'll speak only when spoken to. And you'll listen to every word I say. I intend to shine in my new job, and the only way I can do that is by making you shine. You're the little unit I have to polish until the glare of your achievements blinds everybody on this parade ground.

Pinhead: Welcome. Welcome to Hell.

The Host: [chuckling] This is not happening.

Pinhead: Seeing is believing. I should have come for you a long time ago.

The Host: Hellworld. There's no Hellworld. It doesn't exist.

Pinhead: Your son was quite the prodigy. He opened the gateway to Hell. But you never believed yourself, did you?

The Host: You know what makes my revenge so sweet?... It's because I beat you guys at your own game!

The Host: Like a bad horror movie, isn't it?

The Host: Your dream is over! Your nightmare is about to begin!

The Host: Thirsting for more? How about some pain!

The Host: You and your friends have been six feet under since this party began!

The Host: If you need anything, scream!

Sheriff Doug Barnum: [[stories] I got twenty different kids telling me twenty different ].

Sheriff Doug Barnum: [[Belief|believe] We've got something out here nobody's gonna ].

Alexa Lex Woods: Where exactly on the ice is this?

Charles Bishop Weyland: Bouvetøya Island. But it's not on the ice. It's 2,000 feet below it.

Alexa Lex Woods: [Lex discovers Weyland with his respirator] There's no room for sick men on this expedition.

Charles Bishop Weyland: My doctors tell me the worst is behind me.

Alexa Lex Woods: You're not a very good liar, Mr. Weyland. Stay on the ship. We'll update you at the top of every hour.

Charles Bishop Weyland: You know, when you get sick, you think about your life and how you're going to be remembered. You know what I realized would happen when I go? A ten percent fall in share prices. Maybe twelve. And that's it.

Alexa Lex Woods: I've heard this speech before. My dad broke his leg seven hundred feet from the summit of Mount Ranier. He was like you. He wouldn't go back or let us stop. We reached the top and he opened a bottle of champagne... Had my first drink with my dad at 14,400 feet. On the way down, he developed a blood clot in his leg that traveled to his lung. He suffered for four hours before dying twenty minutes from the base.

Charles Bishop Weyland: [pause] You think that's the last thing your dad remembers? The pain? Or drinking champagne with his daughter fourteen thousand feet in the air? I need this.

Alexa Lex Woods: I'm not going to leave you to die down here!

Charles Bishop Weyland: You didn't.

Charles Bishop Weyland: [shows a 3D image of the pyramid] My experts tell me this is a pyramid.

Charles Bishop Weyland: [to the Predator] Don't turn your back on me!

Sidney Prescott: Fine, you got what you wanted: hero and villain face-to-face. Well, you know what happens now? The villain dies!

Roman Bridger: [Brings out a captured John Milton] Exactly! But I'm not the villain, Sid. You are. Here he is, the man who gave away your mother's innocence. Huh? What he did to her made her a slut, didn't it? Huh? She never recovered from that night, right here in this room. They fucked her three ways from Sunday, ruined her life. Ruined yours, too, didn't it, Sid? You hate him, Sid? Come on, I know you do. I'm sure you do.

Sidney Prescott: I know who you are. I know what happened to my mother, and I want you to understand, I'm gonna make you pay!

Roman Bridger: [John mumbles] That's what the police are gonna find on Milton's answering machine, right next to his lifeless, mutilated corpse. What? Can't hear ya.

John Milton: [hurriedly; Roman chuckles in amusement and annoyance] You don't have to do this, Roman. Just tell me what you want. I can make it happen. Any picture. Name your budget. Script approval. Final cut!

Roman Bridger: I already have it.

Sidney Prescott: No! God! You spineless bastard!

Roman Bridger: [Starts having a breakdown] No, Sid, that would be you! You did it all. You did it! You killed them all, even your closest...friends. Living in total isolation, the pressure of another movie about you, the discovery that Milton destroyed Mommy dearest, you finally just SNAPPED! And who's our hero, huh? The sole survivor. Who's the one who bravely faced down the psychopath and killed her with her own knife?! You're gonna pay for the life you stole from me, Sid. For the mother, and for the family, and for the stardom, and... GODDAMN IT! EVERYTHING YOU HAVE THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN MINE!

Sidney Prescott: [annoyed] God, why don't stop your whining and get on with it? I've heard this shit before!

Roman Bridger: [struggling not to hear Sidney's words] STOP!

Sidney Prescott: Do you know why you kill people, Roman? Do you?

Roman Bridger: [pleading] I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!

Sidney Prescott: BECAUSE YOU CHOOSE TO! There is no one else to blame!

Roman Bridger: [smacks himself in the face] GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!

Sidney Prescott: Why don't you take some FUCKING responsibility?!

Roman Bridger: [finally snaps and charges at Sidney] FUCK YOU!!!

Sidney Prescott: FUCK YOU!

John Herod: Mr. Hanlon, I wanted to ask you about Indian Wells. Did that fight really take place?

Ace Hanlon: [combing his mustache] Sure did.

John Herod: Then it's true that you gunned down four men?

Ace Hanlon: Two with my left hand, two with my right hand. You see, the truth is that I am just as good with either.

John Herod: You must be the fastest gun in the west. That, or the biggest liar.

Ace Hanlon: It's a pity you weren't there to find out.

John Herod: Oh, but I was, Ace. You see, I was the one that really killed the Terrence brothers. And I doubt if a lying little chickenshit like you was even in the same state!

John Herod: How about that left hand, Ace? How about that left-handed draw?

John Herod: [draws both pistols; shoots twice, barely missing Ace's feet; shoots twice again; guns Ace down] Mr. Ace Hanlon, the scourge of the sagebrush! The terror of Tucson! A bladder full of hot air!

Ace Hanlon: [shuffling a deck of cards] You wanna play poker with me, little lady?

Ellen: Looks like you're having a pretty good time playing with yourself.

Ace Hanlon: [fans it; most of the cards are aces] This is a very special pack. See, I put an ace in every time I kill a man.

Jesse Hooker: You're not gonna look so good... with your face ripped off.

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: [looking out the window at the atmosphere processing plant] It's very pretty, Bishop, but what are we looking for?

Bishop: [points at gas flaring from the reactor] That's it. Emergency venting.

Hudson: Oh, that's beautiful, man. Oh, man, that - that just beats it all.

Hicks: How long till it blows?

Bishop: [Hicks groans] Four hours. With a blast radius of 30 kilometers, equal to about... 40 megatons.

Hicks: We got problems.

Hudson: I don't believe this, I don't fucking believe this!

Bishop: Vasquez, close the shutters.

Ripley: Why can't we shut it down from here?

Bishop: I'm sorry, the crash caused too much damage. An overload is inevitable at this point.

Hudson: Oh, man, and I was getting short. Four more weeks and out. Now I'm gonna buy it on this rock. It ain't half fair, man!

Vasquez: Hudson, give us a break!

Hudson: Four more weeks. Oh, man...

Ripley: Well, we've got to get the other dropship from the Sulaco. I mean, there must be some way of bringing it down on remote.

Hudson: How? The transmitter was on the APC, it's wasted!

Ripley: Well, I don't care how, but we'd better think of something. We'd better think of a way.

Hudson: Think of what?! We're fucked!

Hicks: Shut up!

Hudson: We're doomed-!

Hicks: [louder; to Bishop] Shut up! What about the colony transmitters? The uplink tower down at the other end. Why can't we use that-?

Bishop: No, I checked. The hardware in between here and there was damaged. We can't align the dish.

Ripley: Well, somebody's gonna have to go out there. Take a portable terminal, go out there and patch in manually.

Hudson: Oh, yeah, sure! With those things runnin around? You can count me out.

Bishop: [speaking under Hudson] I'll go.

Hicks: Yeah, I guess we can just count you out of everything, Hudson.

Hudson: That's right, man! Hey, why don't you go, man!

Bishop: [more loudly] I'll go.

Ripley: What?

Bishop: I'll go. I mean, I'm the only one qualified to remote pilot the ship anyway.

Hudson: Yeah, right, man. Bishop should go. Good idea!

Bishop: Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.

Hicks: [Newt reaches for a grenade] 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 got, uh, fifteen of these M-40 grenades. 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?

Hicks: [deadpan] Seventeen days.

Hudson: [starts rambling unintelligibly] 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...

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

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

Ripley: Hudson! Just relax.

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

Ripley: All right. You do that.

Ripley: [to Burke, agitated] You never said anything about android being aboard, why not?

Burke: It never... never occurred to me. It's just a common practice, we always have a synthetic on board.

Bishop: I prefer the term "artificial person" myself. Is there a problem?

Burke: [to Bishop] I'm sorry. I don't know why I didn't... On Ripley's last trip the synth- the artificial person malfunctioned.

Ripley: Malfunctioned"?!

Burke: We had some problems and, uh... few deaths were involved.

Bishop: I'm shocked. Was it an older model?

Burke: Yeah. Hyperdyne Systems 120-A/2.

Bishop: [hands the tray with corn bread to Ripley] Well, that explains it. I mean, the A/2s always were a bit twitchy. That could never happen now with our behaviour inhibitors. It is impossible for me to harm, or by omission of action, allowed to be harmed, a human being. Are you sure you don't want some?

Ripley: [angrily knocks the tray out of Bishop's hand] Just stay away from me, Bishop. You got that straight?