Aliens quotes

View Quote Apone: All right guys, we're a team and there's nothing to worry about. We come here, we kick some, we conquer. Is that understood?
Marines: YES SIR!
Apone: That's what we gonna do, sweethearts. We gonna go and get some. All right people, on the ready line!

View Quote Bishop: Ripley...
Ripley: I don't want to hear about it, Bishop. She's alive. There's still time.
Bishop: In nineteen minutes this area is going to be a cloud of vapor the size of Nebraska.
Ripley: Hicks, don't let him leave.
Hicks: We ain't going anywhere.

View Quote Corporal Ferro: Stand by to initiate release sequencer. On my mark. Five. Four.
Hudson: We're on an express elevator to hell; going down!
Corporal Ferro: Three. Two. One. Mark.

View Quote Drake: Go Vasquez! Kick ass!
Vasquez: Anytime, anywhere, man!
Hudson: Right. Somebody said 'alien' and she thought they said 'illegal alien' and signed up!
Vasquez: **** you, man!
Hudson: Anytime, Anywhere!

View Quote Drake: They ain't paying us enough for this, man.
Dietrich: Not enough to wake up to your face, Drake.
Drake: (Groggy) What? Is that a joke?
Dietrich: Oh, I wish it were.

View Quote Frost: Hey, I sure wouldn't mind getting me some more of that Arcturian poontang! Remember that time?
Spunkmeyer: Yeah, except the one you had was MALE.
Frost: It doesn't matter when it's Arcturian, baby!

View Quote Frost: It's hot as hell in here.
Hudson: Yeah man, but it's a dry heat!

View Quote Frost: Man, have I got a bad feeling about this drop.
Crowe: You always say that, you always say "I got a bad feeling about this drop!"
Frost: Okay. When we get back without you, I'll call your folks.

View Quote Gorman: Any questions?
[Hudson raises his hand]
Gorman: What is it, private?
Hudson: [grinning] How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?
Apone: You secure that shit, Hudson!

View Quote Gorman: Good morning, Marines. I'm sorry we didn't have time to brief you people before we left Gateway--
Hudson: Sir?
Gorman: What is it, Hicks?
Hudson: Hudson, sir. [points] He's Hicks.
Gorman: What's the question?
Hudson: Is this gonna be a standup fight, sir, or another bug-hunt?
Gorman: All we know is that there is still is no contact with the colony, and that a xenomorph may be involved.
Frost: Excuse me, a what?
Gorman: A xenomorph.
Hicks: It's a bug-hunt.

View Quote Gorman: Hicks, meet me at the South Lock. We're coming in.
Hicks: Roger.
Hudson: He's coming in. I feel safer already.
Vasquez: Pendejo jerk-off!

View Quote Hicks: Looks like the new lieutenant's too good to eat with the rest of us grunts.
Frost: Boy's definitely got a corncob up his ass.

View Quote Hudson: Man, this floor is freezing!
Apone: What do you want me to do, fetch you some slippers?
Hudson: Ah gee, would you sir? I'd like that.
[Apone points at his face with his middle finger]
Apone: Look into my eye. Fall in, people!

View Quote Hudson: Movement. Signal's clean. Range twenty meters.
Ripley: They found a way in, something we missed.
Hicks: We didn't miss anything.
Hudson: 17 meters.
Ripley: Something under the floor, not in the plans.
Hudson: 15 meters.
Newt: Ripley.
Hicks: Definitely inside the barricades.
Hudson: 13 meters.
Ripley: That's right outside the door! Hicks, Vasquez, get back!
Hudson: Man, this is a big ****ing signal!
Hicks: How are you doing, Vasquez? Talk to me!
Vasquez: [welding the door shut] Almost there.
Hicks: That's it! Keep it up!
Hudson: 12 meters. 11, 10...
Vasquez: They're right on top of us!
Hudson: 9 meters.
Hicks: Remember: short, controlled bursts.
Hudson: 8 meters. 7, 6...
Ripley: They can't be. That's inside the room.
Hudson: It's reading right, man! Look!
Hicks: Well then you're not reading it right!
Hudson: 5 meters, man! What the hell?! [Looks up along with the rest as they realize they're in the ceiling] ... Oh shit... oh ****...

View Quote Hudson: Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen! Found them.
Gorman: They alive?
Hudson: Unknown, but it looks like all of them, over at the processing station, sub-level three, under the main cooling towers.
Hicks: Looks like a god damn town meeting.
Gorman: Let's saddle up, Apone.
Apone: Yes sir. [to Marines] All right, people. They ain't paying us by an hour. Let's go, head out! Okay Frost, you're driving.