Ralph BrownQuotes

Del Preston: [At Mikita's, the doughnut shop; everyone in donut shop claps] And there I am in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at three o clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&M's to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head round the door and mentions there's a little sweetshop on the edge of town. So, we go, and - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby breaking into this little sweetshop right? Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. Well I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son, that's a different story altogether... I had to beat them to death with their own shoes... Nasty business really... But sure enough, I got the M&M's and Ozzy went on stage and did a GREAT show.

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!

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.

Aaron: This is where we keep it. Forget what the stuff's called...

David: Quinitricetyline.

Aaron: I knew that. Right, I've got to get these section arrangements organized with Dillon for the paintbrush, so...

David: David.

Aaron: Yeah, you can get these drums organized.

David: Right, 85.

Aaron: [starts walking away; leaves] And, uh... don't call me that.

Ripley: What's this 85 thing?

David: [about the chemicals] Couple of us sneaked a look at his personnel file the day he arrived. It's his IQ. I saw a drum of this stuff fall into a beachhead bunker once. The blast put a tug in dry dock for 17 weeks. Great stuff.

Aaron: [showing Ripley a nuclear waste storage room] Never been used. They were gonna dump a lot of nuclear crap in there. Never got around to it. Clean as a whistle inside.

Ripley: This is the only way in or out?

Aaron: That's right. Walls are six feet thick, solid steel. They really knew how to build these babies.

Ripley: You're saying we get something inside... there's no way it can get out?

Ripley: It's like a lion. Sticks close to the zebras.

Aaron: Zebras? Oh, right. But look, running around down here in the dark - are you kidding? Once you get out of this main shaft, there's no overheads.

Ripley: Don't we have flashlights?

Aaron: We've got thousands of them, but no batteries. I told you, nothing works.

Ripley: Torches? Do we have the capacity to make fire? Most humans have enjoyed that privilege since the Stone Age.

Aaron: No need to be sarcastic.