[After Burke tried to lock Ripley and Newt inside the Med Lab to be impregnated by the facehuggers]
Hudson: [Points his rifle at Burke's head] I say we grease this rat-**** son of a bitch right now!
Hicks: This just doesn't make any god damn sense.
Ripley: He figured he could get an alien back through quarantine, if one of us was... impregnated... whatever you call it. Then frozen for the trip home. Nobody would know about the embryos we were carrying. Me and Newt.
Hicks: Wait a minute, now- we'd all know.
Ripley: Yes, the only way he could do it was if he sabotaged certain freezers on the way home - namely yours. Then he could jettison the bodies and make up any story he wanted.
Hudson: ****! [points muzzle of pulse-rifle at Burke] He's dead. You're dog meat, pal!
Burke: [Trying to play innocent] This is so nuts. I mean, listen... listen to what you're saying; it's 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 ****ing each other over for a god damn percentage.
Hicks: All right-- we waste him! [grabs Burke] No offense!
Ripley: No, he's got to go back--
[the lights go out]
Ripley: ... They cut the power.
Hudson: What do you mean 'they' cut the power!? How could they cut the power, they're animals!
Hicks: I want you two in trackers, checking the corridors! Move out!
Hudson: [Points his rifle at Burke's head] I say we grease this rat-**** son of a bitch right now!
Hicks: This just doesn't make any god damn sense.
Ripley: He figured he could get an alien back through quarantine, if one of us was... impregnated... whatever you call it. Then frozen for the trip home. Nobody would know about the embryos we were carrying. Me and Newt.
Hicks: Wait a minute, now- we'd all know.
Ripley: Yes, the only way he could do it was if he sabotaged certain freezers on the way home - namely yours. Then he could jettison the bodies and make up any story he wanted.
Hudson: ****! [points muzzle of pulse-rifle at Burke] He's dead. You're dog meat, pal!
Burke: [Trying to play innocent] This is so nuts. I mean, listen... listen to what you're saying; it's 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 ****ing each other over for a god damn percentage.
Hicks: All right-- we waste him! [grabs Burke] No offense!
Ripley: No, he's got to go back--
[the lights go out]
Ripley: ... They cut the power.
Hudson: What do you mean 'they' cut the power!? How could they cut the power, they're animals!
Hicks: I want you two in trackers, checking the corridors! Move out!
[After Burke tried to lock Ripley and Newt inside the Med Lab to be impregnated by the facehuggers]
Hudson : [Points his rifle at Burke's head] I say we grease this rat-**** son of a bitch right now!
Hicks : This just doesn't make any god damn sense.
Ripley : He figured he could get an alien back through quarantine, if one of us was... impregnated... whatever you call it. Then frozen for the trip home. Nobody would know about the embryos we were carrying. Me and Newt.
Hicks : Wait a minute, now- we'd all know.
Ripley : Yes, the only way he could do it was if he sabotaged certain freezers on the way home - namely yours. Then he could jettison the bodies and make up any story he wanted.
Hudson : ****! [points muzzle of pulse-rifle at Burke] He's dead. You're dog meat, pal!
Burke : [Trying to play innocent] This is so nuts. I mean, listen... listen to what you're saying; it's 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 ****ing each other over for a god damn percentage.
Hicks : All right-- we waste him! [grabs Burke] No offense!
Ripley : No, he's got to go back--
[the lights go out]
Ripley : ... They cut the power.
Hudson : What do you mean 'they' cut the power!? How could they cut the power, they're animals!
Hicks : I want you two in trackers, checking the corridors! Move out!
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