| Cpl. Dwayne Hicks: |
Marines, we are leaving! |
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| Ellen Ripley: |
Get away from her you bitch! |
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| Pvt. W. Hudson: |
We're on an express elevator to Hell, goin'
down! |
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| Pvt. W. Hudson: |
Hey, maybe you haven't been keeping up on current
events, but we just got our asses kicked pal! |
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| Pvt. W. Hudson: |
That's it, man. Game over, man! Game over! |
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| Pvt. W. Hudson: |
Is this going to be a standup fight, sir, or
another bughunt? |
| Lt. Gorman: |
All we know that is there still is no contact
with the colony, and that a xenomorph may be involved. |
| Pvt. R. Frost: |
Excuse me sir, a what? |
| Lt. Gorman: |
A xenomorph. |
| Cpl. Dwayne Hicks: |
It's a bughunt. |
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| Sgt. A. Apone: |
Absolutely bad-asses! Let's pack 'em in! |
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| Sgt. A. Apone: |
Nobody touch nothin'. |
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| Pvt. W. Hudson: |
I say we grease this rat-fu** son-of-a-bitch
right now! |
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| Sgt. A. Apone: |
All right people, what are you waiting for,
breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the corps. A day
in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm. Every meal's
a banquet. Every paycheck a fortune. Every formation a parade.
I love the corps! |
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| Ellen Ripley: |
Is there anything I can do? |
| Sgt. A. Apone: |
I don't know. Is there anything you can do? |
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| Ellen Ripley: |
I say we take off and nuke the entire site
from orbit. It's the only way to be sure. |
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| Cpl. Dwayne Hicks: |
I say we take off, nuke the site from orbit.
It's the only way to be sure. |
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| Sgt. A. Apone: |
[T]his place is dead. Whatever happened here,
I think we missed it. |
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| Ellen Ripley: |
Did I.Q.s just drop sharply while I was away? |
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| Sgt. A. Apone: |
All right sweethearts, you heard the man and
you know the drill: a**holes and elbows! |
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