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Ben Hood: [Janey hands drink to Ben] Thanks. You having one?

Janey Carver: In a bit.

Ben Hood: [he leans his head onto Janey; he starts unbuttoning his shirt; he takes his shirt off] You know, I think Elena might suspect something. Maybe, it's all for the better, you know? Yesterday at dinner, she - Well, she didn't say anything. Has she acted funny to you? Have you noticed anything?

Janey Carver: Have I noticed anything?

Ben Hood: Mmm.

Janey Carver: I'm not married to her, Benjamin. You are. I think you've probably a better vantage point from which to observe her.

Ben Hood: Yeah, but... I've been working a lot lately and - No, that's not it. I... I guess maybe we're just on the verge of... saying something. Saying something to each other. On the verge.

Ben Hood: We were golfing. You know, golfing, to me, is something I'm supposed to enjoy. And I was on the goddamn golf team in college, so it's something one would assume I'd do well. I used to do well. But basically, these days, golfing for me is like hoeing... or plowing. It's like farming. And George Clair has obviously, in the mere two years since he's been with the firm, he's obviously been taking secret lessons with a golf pro. And I bet the entirety of his disposable income has been dedicated to humiliating me on the golf course. That guy talks nonstop throughout the entirety of the misery of the miserable 18 holes...

Janey Carver: Ben.

Ben Hood: On topics that are the supposed domain of my department.

Janey Carver: Ben.

Ben Hood: Yeah?

Janey Carver: You're boring me. I have a husband. I don't particularly feel the need for another.

Ben Hood: You have a point there. That's a very good point. We're having an affair. Right. An explicitly sexual relationship. Your needs, my needs. You're absolutely right.

Janey Carver: You better get dressed. The boys will be home soon.

Ben Hood: Gotcha.

Janey Carver: Mikey's been out of it since the day he was born.

Sarris: Let me remind you, sonny: I am a general. If you are counting on me to blink, then you are making a deadly mistake.

Jason Nesmith: Well, let me tell you somethin', Sarris! It doesn't take a great actor to recognize a bad one. You're sweating!

Gwen DeMarco: Armor almost gone, Jason!

Sarris: You fool! You fail to realize that with your armor gone, my ship will tear through yours like tissue paper!

Jason Nesmith: And what you fail to realize is my ship is dragging mines!

Sarris: OH, NO! TURN! TURN!

Tommy Webber: Whoo!

Guy Fleegman: We're getting hammered, Jason! Return fire?

Jason Nesmith: No! Divert all energy to the armor!

Sarris: How adorable. The actors are going to play war with me.

Gwen DeMarco: Sarris ship accelerating toward us at Mark 2.

Jason Nesmith: Accelerate to Mark 4!

Gwen DeMarco: What is this thing? I mean, it serves no useful purpose for there to be a bunch of chompy, crushy things in the middle of a hallway!

Jason Nesmith: Gwen, Gwen!

Gwen DeMarco: No! I mean, we shouldn't have to do this! It makes no logical sense! Why is it here?

Jason Nesmith: Because it's on the television show!

Gwen DeMarco: Well, forget it! I'm not doing it! This episode was badly written!

Jason Nesmith: What? what was that?

Alexander Dane: Uh, nothing.

Jason Nesmith: I heard some squealin or somethin'.

Gwen DeMarco: Oh, no. Everything's fine.

Teb: But the animal is inside out.

Jason Nesmith: I heard that! It turned inside out?

Teb: And it exploded.

Jason Nesmith: Did I just hear that the animal turned inside out, and then it exploded? Hello?

Gwen DeMarco: [Flipping a bit of pig-lizard off her communicator] Hold, please.

Guy Fleegman: [whimpering] I changed my mind; I wanna go back.

Alexander Dane: After all the fuss you made about getting left behind?

Guy Fleegman: Yeah, but that's when I thought I was the crewman that stays on the ship and something is up there and it kills me. But now I'm thinking I'm the guy that gets killed by some monster five minutes after we land on the planet.

Jason Nesmith: You're not gonna die on the planet, Guy.

Guy Fleegman: I'm not? Then what's my last name?

Jason Nesmith: It's, uh, uh-- I don't know.

Guy Fleegman: Nobody knows. You know why? Because my character isn't important enough for a last name, because I'm gonna die five minutes in.

Gwen DeMarco: Guy, you have a last name.

Guy Fleegman: [puts his head on Gwen's shoulder and cries] DO I??!! DO I??!! FOR ALL YOU KNOW, I'M "CREWMAN #6"! Mommy! Mommy!

Alexander Dane: [wearily] Are we there yet?

Gwen DeMarco: Alex, where are you going?

Alexander Dane: To see if there's a pub!

Computer: Forward thruster shaft, 87% damage. Aft vector guards, 96% damage. Structural breaches in quadrants 32, 34, 40...

Jason Nesmith: What about the engines?

Computer: Forward thruster shaft, 87% damage.

Gwen DeMarco: Computer, what about the engines? Why don't we have power?

Computer: The beryllium sphere has fractured under stress.

Gwen DeMarco: It's fractured.

Jason Nesmith: Can it be repaired?

Gwen DeMarco: Computer, can it be repaired?

Computer: Damage to beryllium sphere: Irreparable. New source of beryllium must be secured.

Gwen DeMarco: We need another one.

Alexander Dane: [to Jason] You broke the ship. You broke the bloody ship!

Jason Nesmith: [clears throat] Eh, uh-- Computer, is there, uh, a replacement Beryllium sphere on board?

Gwen DeMarco: Computer, is there a replacement Beryllium sphere on board?

Computer: Negative, no reserve Beryllium sphere exists on board.

Gwen DeMarco: [to crew] No, we have no extra Beryllium sphere on board.

Tommy Webber: You know, that is really getting annoying!

Gwen DeMarco: Look! I have one job on this lousy ship. It's stupid, but I'm gonna do it! Okay?

Tommy Webber: Sure, no problem.

Mathesar: The medical quarters are to the left.

Tommy Webber: What the hell is going on?

Alexander Dane: Jason, what have you gotten us into?

Gwen DeMarco: I don't believe this, it's insane.

Fred Kwan: Wow, the floors are so clean.

Gwen DeMarco: [watching the fans' reaction to Nesmith] You've gotta admit, they really do love him.

Tommy Webber: Yeah, almost as much as he loves himself.

Alexander Dane: How did I come to this?

Tommy Webber: Not again.

Alexander Dane: [[Richard III (play)|Richard III] I played ].

Fred Kwan: Five curtain calls.

Alexander Dane: There were five curtain calls. I was an actor once, damn it. Now look at me. Look at me! I can't go out there, and I won't say that stupid line one more time. I can't. I won't.

Gwen DeMarco: Well, Alex, at least you had a part. Okay? You played a character people loved. I mean, my TV Guide interview was six paragraphs about my boobs and how they fit into my suit! No one even bothered to ask what I do on the show.

Fred Kwan: You had the - wait. Wait, I'll think of it.

Gwen DeMarco: I repeated the computer, Fred.

Gwen DeMarco: [before going through the chompers; after going through the chompers] We shouldn’t have to do this! It makes no logical sense! Why is this here? Whoever wrote this episode should die!

Gwen DeMarco: Let's get out of here before one of those things kills Guy!

Gwen DeMarco: Look, I have one job on this lousy ship. It's stupid, but I'm gonna do it, okay?

Gwen DeMarco: [on the ship's klaxon sounding] I remember that sound! That's a bad sound!

Ellen Mitchell: [after Dave reveals his true identity to Ellen] So, what do you do for a living?

Dave: You mean, when I'm not running the country?

Ellen Mitchell: Yeah.

Dave: I run a temp agency. You know, secretaries and stuff.

Ellen Mitchell: So you find people jobs.

Dave: Yes.

Dave: What? What's so funny?

Ellen Mitchell: It's just, it's more than most people do around here.

Katharine Parker: Oren, I beg your pardon, but if you are insinuating...

Oren Trask: Miss Parker, if I were you... I'd go to your office and take a long last look around. Because in about five minutes, I'm going to see to it that you get the boot... but good!

Katharine Parker: Oren, this is a simple misunderstanding and I... You cannot...

Oren Trask: [to Tess] I can and I will! Now get your... What was that you called it?

Tess McGill, Jack Trainer: Bony ass.

Oren Trask: Right... your bony ass out of my sight!

Katharine Parker: I'm sorry... but I simply won't stand for that kind of talk. Will you excuse me, please?

Tess McGill: [to Katharine] Look, you, maybe you've got everyone around here fooled with this saint act you have going, but do not ever speak to me again like we don't know what really happened! You got me?

Katherine Parker: Tess, this is business. Let's just bury the hatchet, okay?

Tess McGill: [to Jack] You know where you can bury your hatchet? Now get your bony ass outta my sight! And if you really think that I said I loved you as part of some scheme, then that is really pathetic, you know?

Katharine Parker: My God, she'll stop at nothing.

Katharine Parker: I think he's it, and I think this could be the weekend we decide. He said that there was something very important that he wanted to discuss with me. I think he's going to pop the question.

Tess McGill: What if he doesn't?... pop the question?

Katharine Parker: I really don't think that's a variable. We're in the same city now, I've indicated that I'm receptive to an offer, I've cleared the month of June... and I am, after all, me.

Katharine Parker: Ugh! What a slob.

Tess McGill: You were so smooth with him. I probably would have...

Katharine Parker: Never burn bridges. Today's junior prick, tomorrow's senior partner. So, how do you think the party's going?

Tess McGill: Pretty well, I think. Should I stop serving now?

Katherine Parker: Better make one more round.

Tess McGill: Right.

Katharine Parker: I'd love to help you but... we can't busy the quarterback with passing out the Gatorade.

Katharine Parker: [on computer] Dear Jack, There's a light bulb over my head. I know Trask and you know media. And that adds up to us finally doing a deal together. Let's run with it. Best, Katherine.

Katharine Parker: [Upon reading Tess' day planner] Why that little... slut! That goddamn little... bitch! Secretary!

Dr. Wren: [ecstatic] And the animal itself - wondrous! The potential? Unbelievable once we've tamed them.

Ripley: [laughs sarcastically] Roll over, play dead, heal.

Ripley: [after discovering Call is a robot] You're a robot?

Johner: Son of a bitch! Our little Call's just full of surprises.

Ripley: I should have known. No human being is that humane.

Purvis: [shouting] What's in-fucking-side me?!

Dr. Wren: A parasite! A foreign element.

Ripley: There's a monster in your chest. These guys hijacked your ship, and they sold your cryo tube to this... human. And he put an alien inside of you. It's a really nasty one. And in a few hours it's gonna burst through your ribcage, and you're gonna die. Any questions?

Purvis: Who are you?

Ripley: [smiles] I'm the monster's mother.

The Director: [to Dana and Marty] This is all most unpleasant. I know you can hear me. I hope you'll listen. You won't get out of this complex alive. What I want you to try to understand is that you mustn't. Your deaths will avert countless others. You've seen horrible things: an army of nightmare creatures. And they are real. But they are nothing compared to what lies beneath us. There is a greater good, and for that you must be sacrificed. Forgive us... and let us end it quickly.

Dian Fossey: Nice ring, Van Vecten. Zoo sale profits?

Van Vecten: Miss Fossey, where did you see your first wild animal? The zoo, wasn't it?

Dian Fossey: You like this ring? You want to keep the hand this ring is on? If I see or hear or smell you anywhere near my gorillas, you'll be writing with your other hand, and I'll have a new ashtray, understand?

Van Vecten: You are mad.

Dian Fossey: Yes, I am mad. I am crazy.

Van Vecten: You go too far.

Dian Fossey: Good! Don't push me. I'll push you off the Earth, you murderer!

Sembagare: Mukara was here this afternoon. He is very angry with you. He says you're telling people there's typhoid here on the mountain. Mademoiselle, the government needs money from the tourists. They get very mad if you scare these people away. Mukara also said last week you shot a tourist in the meadow.

Dian Fossey: Now, that is not true. I shot way over their heads. They are not going to turn this mountain into a big damn zoo.

Sembagare: They're not. Mademoiselle, Mukara told me to tell you if you continue to do this, they will not give you a new work permit.

Dian Fossey: [holds up a paper] Did he, now? A three-year work permit issued 10 days ago. They can't touch me now.

Dian Fossey: [enters tent and catches Brendan and Kim in bed together] Kim? Kim, I'd like to talk to you, please. May I come in? Oh, God. This isn't a summer camp. If you want to crawl into each other's beds, you can do it somewhere else, all right? You're fired!

Brendan: You can't fire us! We work for the Leakey Foundation!

Dian Fossey: [to the others] Get off my mountain! What are you staring at, you stupid, lazy wogs? If you'd done your job, none of this would've happened.

Brendan: How could you do that? I don't care what that man did. This isn't your private kingdom. That was sick.

Dian Fossey: You think I'm sick? Am I a murderer? Did I do this? This won't stop until those butchers are stopped! What are you crying about? I have been wasting my time with you. Sembagare!

Bob Campbell: [[legend] You, my beautiful, are becoming a ]. Would you like to go to the movies?

Dian Fossey: Can I have a bath first?

Bob Campbell: You can have a bath second.

Dian Fossey: Why am I in this movie so much?

Bob Campbell: You're the story. You're what people are interested in. The gorilla girl.

Dian Fossey: It makes me look like some real weirdo.

Bob Campbell: Crawling around the mud in this climate after a bunch of gorillas might be perceived as weird.

Dian Fossey: Do you think I'm weird?

Bob Campbell: I do. Absolutely. Without question. I also think you are wonderful.

Dian Fossey: Which comes first, weird or wonderful?

Bob Campbell: Weird.

Dian Fossey: The gorillas look great. Look at that.

Dian Fossey: You see anyone you know?

Bob Campbell: I've asked my wife for a divorce. Did you hear me?

Dian Fossey: I'm scared.

Bob Campbell: You're scared? I'm about to marry a girl who's liable to have gorillas for bridesmaids, and you're scared?

Dian Fossey: You should be scared.

Bob Campbell: You know what I want? I want to get this film finished, be well paid for it, go to a warm climate, and be around to make love to you on your 64th birthday.

Dian Fossey: [[Halloween] I need eight more ] masks - only red ones. Or ones with red hair.

Bob Campbell: I won't even ask why, but I'll try to get some for you in Nairobi.

Dian Fossey: What else will you do in Nairobi?

Bob Campbell: What do you mean?

Dian Fossey: Nothing. Never mind. It looks bad for flying.

Bob Campbell: It'll pass.

Dian Fossey: I don't think so.

Bob Campbell: Those puddle jumpers can fly in anything.

Dian Fossey: I know these storms. You shouldn't be flying. I'm right about this.

Bob Campbell: Yes, you are right. I will be seeing my wife.

Dian Fossey: I know.

Bob Campbell: I know. I love you.

Dian Fossey: What?

Dian Fossey: It's nice to see a married man who can sew.

Bob Campbell: How did you know I was married?

Dian Fossey: The night you arrived, you shook the rain off your parka outside the door so you wouldn't get the floor wet.

Bob Campbell: Does it matter?

Dian Fossey: Apparently not.

Dian Fossey: [voiceover; [Africa] March 23, 1967. "Dear Dr. Leakey, Sembagare and I are doing our best to track the gorillas. We're covering a lot of ground, but making very little progress. The only guide we've got is Schaller's book. So far, we haven't had any luck. I'm not discouraged, but I'm starting to think I'll spend my six months in ] without ever seeing any.

Dr. Louis Leakey: [voiceover; [Earth] April 22nd. Dear Miss Fossey, surely you didn't expect the beggars to come out and line up so you could count them. These animals are being methodically wiped off the face of the ]. They hold a clue to the way man adapted to his environment. That's why it's essential we discover...

Dian Fossey: I know that. I'm not an imbecile.

Dr. Louis Leakey: I know you're not an imbecile, but we must remember the elementary steps one overlooks in situations like this.

Dian Fossey: Maybe I'm just no good at this. Six weeks. Six whole weeks, and not a single gorilla... Shit. Shit. I sat in shit. Oh, my God. It's gorilla spoor.

Dr. Louis Leakey: And it's fresh.

Dian Fossey: It most certainly is.

Dian Fossey: How big are these night nests?

Sembagare: I don't know.

Dian Fossey: You mean you've forgotten.

Sembagare: How can I forget? I never knew.

Dian Fossey: [[gorilla] Night nests, Sembagare. George Schaller's book says we count the ]s night nests to get the census.

Sembagare: I don't know about gorillas.

Dian Fossey: Of course you do. You're a tracker.

Sembagare: [[elephant] Yes, of buffalo, antelope, and ].

Dian Fossey: [pause] What? Hey! Hey! That's great. That's just great. What the hell have you been doing for the last five hours?

Sembagare: I've been waiting for you to show me.

Sembagare: [[hair; [color; [fire; [witch] Your ] is ] of ]. They think you are a ].

Dian Fossey: Oh yeah? They wouldn't be the first.

Dr. Louis Leakey: Choose your man.

Dian Fossey: What?

Dr. Louis Leakey: Your top man. Your tracker.

Dian Fossey: You speak English? The priest?

Sembagare: Saint Christopher. Patron saint of travellers, and me too.

Dian Fossey: What's your name?

Sembagare: Sembagare.

Dian Fossey: Sem-ba-ga-re.

Sembagare: I am the finest tracker. This man is not as good as me. Him is a great liar. Me - I'm the best.

Dian Fossey: Okay, okay. Sembagare, you're on.

Sembagare: Thank you.

Dian Fossey: You mean we go now?

Dr. Louis Leakey: Yes, to make it by sundown.

Dian Fossey: Dr Leakey, I just spent 35 hours on 4 different airplanes. I should at least take a shower.

Dr. Louis Leakey: No one will mind dear.

Dr. Louis Leakey: There. I've put something in there for you.

Dian Fossey: Thank you, that's very nice of you. You forgot the rest of my luggage.

Dr. Louis Leakey: No room. They'll be sent up next fortnight with the rest of the gear.

Dian Fossey: Now wait a minute! I quit my job, left my fiancé, to say nothing of my appendix, and flew halfway around the world. Those cases contain my hairdryer, my makeup, my underwear, and my brassieres. If they don't go, Dr. Leakey, I don't go.

Alice Hunt: What we seem to have amongst us is a predator of some type. Most likely a coyote, or a wolf. It's manner of killing and removing the fur, but leaving the flesh torn, may be a sign that this animal suffers from madness; and for the next fortnight we should be vigilant for sightings of this coyote. Keep careful watch over our little ones as they play on the hills.

Alice Hunt: What goes on in that head of yours? Say something Lucius.

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!

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: Why should I put my ass on the line for you?

Ripley: Your ass is already on the line. The only question is... what are you gonna do about it?

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.

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!

Hudson: [aiming his rifle at Burke] I say we grease this rat fuck-son-of-a-bitch right now!

Hicks: It just doesn't make any goddamn sense.

Ripley: He figured he could get the alien past the quarantine if one of us was... impregnated - whatever you call it - and frozen for the way home. Nobody would know about the embryos we're carrying. Me and Newt.

Hicks: Wait a minute, now, we'd all know.

Ripley: Yes, the only way he could do it is if he sabotaged certain freezers on the way home. Namely, yours. Then he could jettison the bodies and make up any story he liked.

Hudson: [aims his rifle at Burke again] Fuck! He's dead! You're dogmeat, pal!

Burke: This is so nuts. I mean, listen... listen to what you're saying. It's all paranoid delusion. It's really sad. It's pathetic.

Ripley: You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them fucking each other over a goddamn percentage.

Hicks: [he and Hudson grab Burke and attempt to escort him away] All right, we waste him. No offense.

Ripley: [the lights turn off] No! He's gotta go back...

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.

Burke: Look, those two specimens are worth millions to the bio-weapons division. Now, if you're smart, we can both come out of it as heroes, and we will be set up for life.

Ripley: [beat] You're crazy, Burke, you know that? You really think you can get a dangerous organism like that past ICC quarantine?

Burke: How can they impound it if they don't know about it?

Ripley: Oh, but they will know about it, Burke. From me. Just like they'll know that you were responsible for the deaths of 157 colonists!

Burke: Wait a second —

Ripley: You sent them to that ship!

Burke: You're wrong!

Ripley: I just checked the colony log. Directive dated 6/12/79, signed Burke, Carter J. You sent them out there and you didn't even warn them! Why didn't you warn them, Burke?

Burke: Okay, look. What if that ship didn't even exist? Did you ever think about that? I didn't know! So now, if I went and made a major security situation out of it, everybody steps in. Administration steps in, and there are no exclusive rights for anybody; nobody wins. So I made a decision, and it was wrong. It was a bad call, Ripley. It was a bad call.

Ripley: [grabs Burke by the collar and presses him to the window; lets him go and starts to walk away] Bad call"? These people are dead, Burke! Don't you have any idea what you've done here?! Well, I'm gonna make sure that they nail you right to the wall for this! You're not gonna sleaze your way out of this one! Right to the wall!

Burke: [Ripley stops and turns around] Ripley... You know, I... I expected more from you. I thought you'd be smarter than this.

Ripley: [takes a breath] I'm happy to disappoint you.

Ripley: [Newt lies down on the bed] Last stop. Get in. Scoot down. That's good. Now, you lie here and have a nap. You're very tired.

Newt: I don't want to. I have scary dreams.

Ripley: [holds up Casey] Well, I bet Casey doesn't have scary dreams. Let's take a look. Nope. Nothing bad in there. See? Maybe you could try to be just like her, hmm?

Newt: Ripley, she doesn't have bad dreams because she's just a piece of plastic.

Ripley: [smiles; turns on heater] Right. I'm sorry, Newt. There.

Newt: My mommy always said there were no monsters, no real ones, but there are.

Ripley: Yes, there are, aren't there?

Newt: Why do they tell little kids that?

Ripley: Most of the time it's true.

Newt: Did one of those things grow inside her?

Ripley: I don't know, Newt. That's the truth.

Newt: Isn't that how babies come? I mean, people babies? They grow inside you.

Ripley: [smiles] Oh, that's very different.

Newt: Did you ever have a baby?

Ripley: Yes, I did. I had a little girl.

Newt: Where is she?

Ripley: She's gone.

Newt: You mean dead.

Ripley: [gives Newt her wristwatch; switches off the light] Here. Take this. For luck. There's that.

Newt: [grabs Ripley's arm] Don't go, please.

Ripley: [points to security camera] Newt, I'm gonna be right in the next room. And you see that camera right up there? I can see you right through that camera, all the time to see if you're safe. I'm not gonna leave you, Newt. I mean that. That's a promise.

Newt: You promise?

Ripley: I cross my heart.

Newt: And hope to die?

Ripley: [Newt hugs her, Ripley kisses her on the cheek] And hope to die. Now, go to sleep, and don't dream.

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.

Hudson: That's great. That's just fucking great, man. Now what the fuck are we supposed to do?! We're in some real pretty shit now, man!

Hicks: [grabs Hudson and draws him closer] You finished?

Newt: I guess we're not going to be leaving right now, then?

Ripley: I'm sorry, Newt.

Newt: You don't have to be sorry. It wasn't your fault.

Hudson: That's it! Game over, man! Game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now?! What are we gonna do?!

Burke: Maybe we could build a fire and sing couple of songs, huh? Why don't we try that?!

Newt: We'd better get back because it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night. Mostly.

Vasquez: [[w:CN-20|CN-20] All right, we got seven canisters of ]. I say we roll them in there and nerve gas the whole fucking nest.

Hicks: That's worth a try, but we don't know if it's gonna affect them.

Hudson: Let's just bug out and call it even, OK? What are we even talking about this for?

Ripley: I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

Hudson: Fuckin A!

Burke: Ho- ho- Hold on a second. This installation has a substantial dollar value attached to it.

Ripley: [scoffs] They can bill me.

Burke: Okay, look. This is an emotional moment for all of us, all right? I know that. But let's not make snap judgments, please. This is clearly an important species we're dealing with here, and I don't think you or I or anybody has the right to arbitrarily exterminate them.

Ripley: Wrong!

Vasquez: Yeah, watch us.

Hudson: Maybe you're not keeping up on current events. We just got our asses kicked, pal!

Burke: Look, I'm not blind to what's going on, but I cannot authorize that kind of action. I'm sorry.

Ripley: Well, I believe Corporal Hicks has authority here.

Burke: Corporal Hicks is...?

Ripley: This operation is under military jurisdiction, and Hicks is next in chain of command. Am I right, Corporal?

Hicks: Yeah... yeah, that's right.

Burke: Yeah... look, Ripley, this is a multi-million dollar installation, OK? He can't make that kind of decision. He's just a grunt! Uh, no offense.

Hicks: None taken. Ferro, do you copy?

Ferro: [via radio] Standing by.

Hicks: Prep for dust-off. We're going to need immediate evac.

Ferro: Roger. We're on our way.

Hicks: [glances at Ripley in agreement] All right. We take off. Nuke the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

Ripley: Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire?

Gorman: 10 millimeter explosive-tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing round. Why?

Ripley: Well, look where your team is. They're right under the primary heat exchangers.

Gorman: So?

Ripley: So... if they fire their weapons in there, won't they rupture the cooling system?

Burke: Whoa ho-ho... yeah, she's absolutely right.

Gorman: So? So what?

Burke: Look, this whole station is basically a big fusion reactor, right? So she's talking about a thermonuclear explosion and... adios, muchachos.

Gorman: [talking via radio] Oh, great. Wonderful. Shit! Look... Uh... Apone. Look, we can't have any firing in there. I, uh... I want you to collect magazines from everybody.

Hudson: Is he fucking crazy?

Frost: What the hell are we supposed to use, man? Harsh language?

Gorman: Flame units only. I want rifles slung.

Apone: Sir, I-

Gorman: Just do it, Sergeant. And no grenades.

Ripley: I don't know how you managed to stay alive. But you're one brave kid, Rebecca.

Newt: N-Newt.

Ripley: What'd you say?

Newt: Newt. My name is Newt. Nobody calls me Rebecca except my brother.

Ripley: Newt? I like that. I'm Ripley. It's nice to meet you. And who is this?

Newt: Casey.

Ripley: Hello, Casey. What about your brother? What's his name?

Newt: Timmy.

Ripley: [Newt doesn't answer; Newt shakes her head; Newt nods] Is Timmy around here too? Maybe hiding like you were? Any sisters? Mom and Dad? Newt. Look at me. Where are they?

Newt: They're dead, all right? Can I go now?

Ripley: [Newt shakes her head] I'm sorry, Newt. Don't you think you'd be safer here with us? These people are here to protect you. They're soldiers.

Newt: It won't make any difference.

Ripley: How many drops for you is this, lieutenant?

Gorman: Thirty-eight. Simulated.

Vasquez: How many combat drops?

Gorman: Uh, two. Including this one.

Drake: Shit.

Hudson: Oh-ho, man...

Gorman: Morning, Marines. Sorry we didn't have time to brief you, people, before we left gateway-

Hudson: [raises his hand] Sir!

Gorman: What is it, Hicks?

Hudson: Hudson, sir. He's Hicks.

Gorman: [beat] What is the question?

Hudson: Is this gonna be stand-up fight, sir, or another bug-hunt?

Gorman: All that we know is that there's still no contact with the colony and that... a Xenomorph may be involved.

Frost: Excuse me, sir, a... a what?

Gorman: A Xenomorph.

Hicks: It's a bug-hunt. What exactly are we dealing with here?

Gorman: Ripley?

Ripley: [steps forward] I'll tell you what I know. We set down on LV-426. One of our crew members was brought back with something attached to his face, some kind of... parasite. We tried to get it off, it wouldn't come off, later it seemed to come off by itself and died. Kane seemed fine. We were all having dinner and... it... must have laid something in his throat, some sort of embryo, he started... uh... he-

Vasquez: [mimes pointing a gun] Look, man. I only need to know one thing: where they are.

Drake: Go, Vasquez. Kick ass, man.

Vasquez: Anytime, anywhere.

Hudson: Right, right. Someone said "alien", she thought they said illegal alien and signed up!

Vasquez: Fuck you, man.

Hudson: Anytime, anywhere.

Ripley: [angrily; comes closer and speaks to Vasquez] Are you finished? I hope you're right. I really do.

Gorman: Yeah, OK, thank you, Ripley. We also have Ripley's report on disk. I suggest you study it -

Ripley: Because just one of those things managed to wipe out my entire crew in less than 24 hours, and if the colonists have found that ship, there's no telling how many have been exposed. Do you understand?

Gorman: [Hudson raises his hand again] Anyway, we have it on disk, so you better look at it. Any questions? What is it, Private?

Hudson: [grinning] How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?

Apone: You secure that shit, Hudson!

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?

Burke: Hello? Ripley? You're okay?

Ripley: Just tell me one thing, Burke. You're going out there to destroy them, right? Not to study, not to bring back, but to wipe them out.

Burke: That's the plan. You have my word on it.

Ripley: [pause; disconnects, then turns to Jones, her cat] All right, I'm in And you, you little shithead, you're staying here.

Ripley: I don't believe this. You guys throw me to the wolves, and now you want me to go back out there? Forget it. It's not my problem.

Burke: Can I finish?

Ripley: No. There's no way.

Gorman: Ripley, you wouldn't be going in with the troops. I can guarantee your safety.

Burke: These Colonial Marines are very tough hombres. They're packing state-of-the-art firepower. There's nothing they can't handle. Lieutenant, am I right?

Gorman: That's true. We've been trained to deal with situations like this.

Ripley: [scoffs] You don't need me. I'm not a soldier.

Burke: Yeah, but we don't know exactly what's going on out there. It may just a downed transmitter, okay? But if it's not... I'd like you to go there as an adviser. And that's all.

Ripley: What's your interest in all this? Why are you going?

Burke: Corporation co-financed that colony along with Colonial Administration. We're going into a lot of terraforming, building better worlds-

Ripley: Yeah, yeah, I saw the commercial. Look, I don't have time for this. I've gotta get to work.

Burke: Oh, yeah. I heard you're working at the cargo docks.

Ripley: That's right.

Burke: Running loaders and forklifts.

Ripley: Yeah. So?

Burke: [pause] Nothing. I think it's great that you're keeping busy. And I know it's the only thing you could get. There’s nothing wrong with it. What would you say if I told you I could get you reinstated as a flight officer? The company has already agreed to pick up your contract.

Ripley: If I go.

Burke: Yeah, if you go. Come on, that's a second chance, kiddo. I personally think for you the best thing in the world would be to get out there and face this thing, get back on the horse-

Ripley: Spare me, Burke. I've already had my psych evaluation this month.

Burke: Yeah, I know, I've read it. You wake up every night, your sheets are soaking with sweat-

Ripley: [angrily; in normal voice again] I said no, and I mean it! Now, please leave. I'm not going back. And I... I wouldn't be any good to you if I did.

Burke: [leaves calling card] Okay, shhh. Just do one thing for me, okay? Think this over

Gorman: [leaving along with Burke] Thanks for the coffee.

Ripley: Van Leuwen? Why don't you just check out LV-426?

Van Leuwen: Because I don't have to. There have been people there for over twenty years and they never complained about any hostile organisms.

Ripley: [alarmed] What do you mean? What people?

Van Leuwen: [he tries to leave, but Ripley blocks his way with her arm] Terraformers. Planetary engineers. They go down there and set up these big atmosphere processors to make the air breathable. It takes decades. That's what we call shake'n'bake colony

Ripley: How many are there? How many colonists?

Van Leuwen: [looks pointedly at Ripley's arm] I don't know. Sixty, maybe seventy families Do you mind?

Ripley: [lets him go and speaks to herself] Families. Jesus.

Ripley: I don't understand this. We have been here for three and a half hours. How many different ways you want me to tell you the same story?

Van Leuwen: [points at an empty chair; Ripley sits down] Look at it from our perspective, please. Please. Now, you freely admit detonating the engines of, and thereby destroying an M-class star freighter, a rather expensive piece of hardware.

Insurance attorney: Forty-two million in adjusted dollars. That's minus payload, of course.

Van Leuwen: The lifeboat's flight recorder corroborates some parts of your account. In that for reasons unknown, the Nostromo set down on LV-426, an unsurveyed planet at that time. That it resumed its course and was subsequently set for self-destruct, by you, for reasons unknown.

Ripley: Not for reasons unknown. I told you. We set down there on company's orders, to get this thing, which destroyed my crew. And your expensive ship.

Van Leuwen: The analysis team, which went over the lifeboat centimeter by centimeter, found no physical evidence of the creature you describe.

Ripley: [stands up] Good! That's because I blew it out of the goddamn airlock! Like I said.

Insurance attorney: Are there any species like this hostile organism on LV-426?

ECA representative: No, it's a rock. No indigenous life.

Ripley: [sarcastically] Did IQs just drop sharply when I was away? Ma'am, I already said it was not indigenous, it was a derelict spacecraft, it was an alien ship, it was not from there. You get it? We homed in on its beacon.

ECA representative: [reads the report] And found something never recorded once in any of the three hundred surveyed worlds "A creature that gestates inside living human host", these are your words, "and has concentrated acid for blood".

Ripley: [beat] That's right Look... I can see where this is going, but I'm telling you those things exist.

Van Leuwen: Thank you, officer, that will be all.

Ripley: Please! You're not listening to me. Kane, the crew member... Kane, who went into that ship, said he saw thousands of eggs there. Thousands.

Van Leuwen: Thank you, that will be all.

Ripley: [picks up documents; throws the documents on tabletop] Goddammit, that's not all! Because if one of those things gets down here, then that will be all, and all this this bullshit that you think is so important you can just kiss all that goodbye!

Van Leuwen: It is the finding of this court of inquiry that Warrant Officer E. Ripley, NOC 14472, has acted with questionable judgement, and is unfit to hold an ICC license as a commercial flight officer. Said license is hereby suspended indefinitely. Now, no criminal charges will be filed against you at this time, and you are released on your own recognizance for a six-month period of psychometric probation, to include monthly review by an ICC psychiatric technician. These proceedings are closed.

Ripley: [watching Ash examine the creature] That's amazing. What is it?

Ash: Uh, yes, it is. Uh, I don't know yet. Did you want something?

Ripley: Yes, I, uh … have a little talk. How's Kane?

Ash: He's holding, no changes.

Ripley: And, uh... our guest?

Ash: Oh.

Ripley: Hm?

Ash: Well, as I said, I'm still... collating, actually. But I have confirmed that he's got an outer layer of protein polysaccharides. Has a funny habit of shedding his cells and replacing them with polarized silicon, which gives him a prolonged resistance to adverse environmental conditions. Is that enough?

Dallas: All right! Ripley, when I give an order, I expect to be obeyed!

Ripley: Even if it's against the law?!

Dallas: YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT!!

Parker: Well, now that she has a point, you know, who the hell knows what that thing is!

Dallas: Okay, Ripley, we're clean. Let us in.

Ripley: What happened to Kane?

Dallas: Something's attached itself to him. We have to get him to the infirmary right away.

Ripley: What kind of thing? I need a clear definition.

Dallas: An organism. Open the hatch!

Ripley: Wait a minute. If we let it in, the ship could be infected. You know the quarantine procedures: 24 hours for decontamination.

Dallas: He could die in 24 hours! Open the hatch.

Ripley: Listen to me. If we break quarantine, we could all die.

Lambert: Look! Would you open the goddamn hatch? We have to get him inside!

Ripley: [briefly pauses] No. And if you were in my position, you'd do the same.

Dallas: Ripley, this is an order. You open that hatch right now, you hear me?

Ripley: Yes.

Dallas: Ripley, that was an order! Do you hear me?!

Ripley: Yes, I read you. The answer is negative.

Ash: [opens the inner hatch door and lets Dallas and Lambert in with Kane] Inner hatch opened.

Ripley: Ash, that transmission, MOTHER's deciphered part of it. It doesn't look like an S.O.S.

Ash: What is it, then?

Ripley: Well, it looks like a warning. I'm gonna go out after them.

Ash: What's the point? I mean, by the, the time it takes to get there, you'll, they'll know if it's a warning or not, yes?

Kiri: Dad, I know you think I’m crazy. But I feel her. I hear her heart beat. She’s so close.

Jake Sully: So what does her heartbeat sound like?

Kiri: Mighty.

Dr. Grace Augustine: [last words about the Navi' goddess, Eywa; [real] I'm with her, Jake. She's ].

Dr. Grace Augustine: [about the Tree of Souls] I would die to get samples...

Dr. Grace Augustine: [after getting shot by Quaritch] This is gonna ruin my whole day.

Dr. Grace Augustine: Yeah, that tends to happen when you use machine guns on them.

Dr. Grace Augustine: [to Jake; [mind] Just relax and let your ] go blank. That shouldn't be hard for you.

Varang: [interrogating Spider] Is not our air poison to Sky People? How do you still live, air breather?

Kiri: [The Mangkwan snarl and hiss in fury. Varang turns to Kiri, her expression contemptful] Because it is the will of Eywa!

Varang: [disdainfully] Eywa?

Kiri: [Varang holds a knife to Spider's throat] Yes.

Varang: If I cut now, do you think Eywa will come to save him? Do you think?

Kiri: [hangs her head, defeated] No.

Varang: Your goddess has no dominion here.

Dr. Ian Garvin: Has my protest noted now, fuckers?

Kiri: [threatening Varang] Leave my mother alone, bitch!