Ripley: Just tell me one thing, Burke. You're going out there to destroy them. Not to study. Not to bring back, but to wipe them out.
Burke: That's the plan. You have my word on it.

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

Hudson: Hey, Vasquez... Have you ever been mistaken for a man?
Vasquez: No. Have you?

Ripley: How many drops this is for you, lieutenant?
Gorman: Thirty-eight... simulated.
Vasquez: How many combat drops?
Gorman: Uh... two... including this one.

Lt. Gorman: I'm coming in.
Private Hudson: I feel safer already.

Van Leuwin: Thank you, Officer Ripley, that will be all.
Ripley: God damn it, that's not all!! 'Cause if one of those things get down here then that will be all! And all this bullshit that you think is so important, you can kiss all that goodbye!

[To Queen Alien who's about to grab Newt.]
Ripley: Get away from her you bitch!

Ripley: Well, someone's gonna have to go down there, take a portable transmitter and patch in.
Hudson: Yeah, sure, with those things running around? You can count me out.
Hicks: Well I guess we can count you out of everything then.
Hudson: That's right, man.
Bishop: I'll go. I mean, I'm the only one qualified to remote-pilot the ship anyway.
Hudson: That's right, man, Bishop should go. Good idea!

Ripley: These people are here to protect you. They are soldiers.
Newt: It won't make any difference.

[On whether she would return to LV-426]
Ripley: Now please leave. I am not going back, and I am... I would not be any good to you if I did.

Ripley: What do those pulse rifles fire?
Gorman: 10 millimeter explosive tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing round. Why?

Cpl. Hicks: Hey! I know we're all in strung out shape but stay frosty and alert. We can't afford to let one of those bastards in here.

Ellen Ripley: I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them fucking each other over for a goddamn percentage!

Sergeant 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!

Ripley: They cut the power.
Private Hudson: What do you mean "they cut the power"? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!

Hudson: I am ready man, check it out, I am the ULTIMATE bad ass. State-of-the-bad-ass-art. You do not want to fuck with me. Check it out! Hey Ripley, don't worry. Me and my squad of ultimate bad-asses will protect you. Check it out! Independently targeting particle beam phalanx...FWAP! Fry half a city with this puppy. We got tactical smart missiles, phase plasma pulse rifles, RPGs, we got sonic, electronic, BALL breakers! We got nukes, we got knives, sharpsticks...

Private Vasquez: Look man! I only need to know one thing - where they are.

Hudson: Is this going to be a standup fight, sir, or another bughunt?
Gorman: All we know that is there still is no contact with the colony, and that a xenomorph may be involved.
Frost: Excuse me sir, a what?
Gorman: A xenomorph.
Hicks: It's a bughunt.

[When they are dropped over LV-426]
Private Hudson: We're on an express elevator to hell - going down!

Bishop: I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.

[Lieutenant Gorman orders the troops to unload all their weapons before the first alien encounter]
Private Frost: What the hell are we supposed to use, man? Harsh language?

Newt: My mommy always said there were no monsters---no real ones---but there are.
Ripley: Yes, there are.
Newt: Why do grown-ups say that?
Ripley: Because usually, it's true.

Private Hudson: In case you haven't been paying attention to current events, we just got our asses kicked, pal!

Private Hudson: Let's just bug out and call it even, OK?
Ellen Ripley: I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. That's the only way to be sure.
Private Hudson: Fuckin' A...
Burke: Ho-ho-hold on one second. This installation has a substantial dollar value attached to it.
Ellen Ripley: They can *bill* me.

[The drop-ship crashes]
Private Hudson: Well that's great, that's just fuckin' great man, now what the fuck are we supposed to do? We're in some real pretty shit now man... That's it man, game over man, game over, man! Game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?

Private Hudson: Dear Lord Jesus, this can't be happenin' man, this isn't happenin'...
Ellen Ripley: Hudson! This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training. Right?
Private Hudson: So why don't you put her in charge?

Bishop: I'm afraid I have some bad news.
Private Hudson: Well that's a switch.