Johner: Don't push me, little Call. If you hang with us for a while, you'll find out I am not the man with whom to fuck!

Johner: Earth, man. What a shithole.

Johner: Hey, Vriess, you got a socket wrench? Maybe she just needs an oil change. Can't believe I almost fucked it.
Vriess: Yeah, like you never fucked a robot.

Purvis: God, I am so tired.
Johner: Sleep when you die, man.

Call: Jesus Christ, Johner, what do you put in this shit, battery acid?
Johner: To add a little color.

Johner: So, I hear you, like, ran into these things before?
Ellen Ripley: Yeah.
Johner: What did you do?
Ellen Ripley: I died.

Pervis: What's inside me?
Ellen Ripley: There's a monster in your chest. These guys hijacked your ship, and they sold your cryotube 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 its way through your rib cage, and you're gonna die. Any questions?

Call: What are you?
Ripley: Ripley, Ellen, Lieutenant first class, number 36706.
Call: Ellen Ripley died two hundred years ago.
Ripley: What do you know about it?
Call: I've read Morse -- I've read all the banned histories. She gave her life to protect us from the beast. You're not her.
Ripley: If I'm not her. What am I?
Call: You're a thing. A construct. They grew you in a fucking lab.
Ripley: But only God can make a tree.
Call: And now they've brought the beast out of you.
Ripley: Not all the way out.

Ripley: When I sleep, I dream about it. Them. Every night. All around me, in me. I used to be afraid to dream, but I'm not anymore.
Call: Why?
Ripley: Because no matter how bad the dreams get... when I wake up it's always worse.

Distephano: I thought you were dead!
Ripley: Yeah, I get that a lot.

Johner: What a waste of ammo. Must be a chick thing.

[When Call takes over Father]
Call/Ship: Intruder on level one... all aliens please proceed to level one.