Dallas:
[looks at a pen being dissolved by alien's body fluid] I haven't seen anything like that except, uh, molecular acid.
Brett:
It must be using it for blood.
Parker:
It's got a wonderful defense mechanism. You don't dare kill it.


Parker:
It's a robot. Ash is a god damn robot.


Lambert:
I can't see a goddamn thing.
Kane:
Quit griping.
Lambert:
I like griping.


Ripley:
Whenever he says *anything* you say "right," Brett, you know that?
Brett:
Right.
Ripley:
Parker, what do you think? Your staff just follows you around and says "right". Just like a regular parrot.
Parker:
[laughs] Yeah, shape up. What are you some kind of parrot?
Brett:
Right.


Ripley:
When we throw the switches, how long before the ship blows?
Parker:
Ten minutes.
Ripley:
No bullshit?
Parker:
We ain't outta here in ten minutes, we won't need no rocket to fly through space.


Ripley:
Ash, can you hear me? Ash?
Ash:
[speaking in an electronic, distorted voice] Yes, I can hear you.
Ripley:
What was your special order?
Ash:
You read it. I thought it was clear.
Ripley:
What was it?
Ash:
Bring back life form. Priority One. All other priorities rescinded.
Parker:
The damn company. What about our lives, you son of a bitch?
Ash:
I repeat, all other priorities are rescinded.
Ripley:
How do we kill it Ash? There's gotta be a way of killing it. How? How do we do it?
Ash:
You can't.
Parker:
That's bullshit.
Ash:
You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? Perfect organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility.
Lambert:
You admire it.
Ash:
I admire its purity. A survivor... unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.
Parker:
Look, I am... I've heard enough of this, and I'm asking you to pull the plug.
Ash:
[Ripley goes to disconnect Ash, who interrupts] Last word.
Ripley:
What?
Ash:
I can't lie to you about your chances, but... you have my sympathies.


[last lines]
Ripley:
Final report of the commercial starship Nostromo, third officer reporting. The other members of the crew, Kane, Lambert, Parker, Brett, Ash and Captain Dallas, are dead. Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.
[to Jonesy the cat]
Ripley:
Come on, cat.


[first lines]
Brett:
This is the worst shit I've ever seen, man.
Parker:
What you say? You got any biscuits over there?
Ripley:
Here's some cornbread.
Parker:
Cornbread. Yeah.
Lambert:
I am cold.
Parker:
Still with us, Brett?
Brett:
Right.
Kane:
Oh, I feel dead.
Parker:
Anybody ever tell you you look dead, man?


Parker:
[last line, to Lambert] *Get out of the room!*


Ash:
There is an explanation for this, you know.


Dallas:
Something has 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 procedure. Twenty-four hours for decontamination.
Dallas:
He could die in twenty-four hours. Open the hatch.
Ripley:
Listen to me, if we break quarantine, we could all die.
Lambert:
Look, could you open the god-damned hatch? We have to get him inside.
Ripley:
No. I can't do that and if you were in my position, you'd do the same.
Dallas:
Ripley, this is an order. Open that hatch right now, do you hear me?
Ripley:
Yes.
Dallas:
Ripley. This is an order. Do you hear me?
Ripley:
Yes. I read you. The answer is negative.


Parker:
Uh, before we dock, I think we oughta discuss the bonus situation.
Brett:
Right.
Parker:
Brett and I, we think we oughta - we deserve full shares, right baby?
Brett:
Right. You see, Mr. Parker and I feel that the bonus situation has never been on a-an equitable level.
Dallas:
Well, you get what you're contracted for like everybody else.
Brett:
Yes, but everybody else, uh, gets more than us.