Aliens (1986 film)

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Aliens is a 1986 film about a rescue team sent out to the planet from Alien, fifty-seven years after the events of the first film, where contact with its colonists has been lost.

Written and directed by James Cameron.
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  • Did IQs just drop sharply while I was away?
  • Now please leave. I am not going back, and I am... I would not be any good to you if I did.
  • Get away from her YOU BITCH!


  • [Points muzzle of pulse-rifle to Burke's face] I say we grease this rat-fuck, son of a bitch right now.
  • You maybe haven't been keeping up on current events but we just got our asses kicked, pal!
  • [the drop-ship crashes] 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! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?
  • I'm 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. Whap! Fry half a city with this puppy! We got tactical smart missiles, phase plasma pulse rifles, RPG's... we got Sonic Electronic Ball-Breakers! We got nukes. We got knives, sharp sticks.
    • Only in Special Edition
  • We're on an express elevator to hell... going down!
  • Smoking or non-smoking?
  • They're coming outta the walls. They're coming outta the goddamn walls, we're fucked!
  • [as he is shooting Aliens] Come on! Come on! Come and get it, baby! Come on! Let's go, yeah, come on! Come on! Come and get it you bastards! Come on, you too! Oh, you want some of this? Fuck you!


  • [Pulling out his pump-action shotgun.] I like to keep this handy for close encounters.
  • [after making a plan to weld the doors shut and put the sentry units] Outstanding. Now all we need is a deck of cards.
  • 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.
  • [to Ripley] I wanna introduce you to a personal friend of mine. This is an M41A pulse rifle. Ten millimeter with over-and-under thirty millimeter pump action grenade launcher.
  • [after giving ripley a tracking device] It doesn't mean we're engaged or anything.
  • [pulling out his shotgun and putting it in the mouth of an alien holding the APC doors open] EAT THIS!


  • All right, sweethearts, 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!
  • It's a rescue mission, you'll love it. There's some juicy colonists' daughters we have to rescue from their virginity. Heh!
  • Allright, sweethearts, you heard the man and you know the drill! Assholes and elbows!


  • Drake: Hey Hicks. Man, you look just like I feel.
  • Vasquez: Look man! I only need to know one thing: where they are.
  • Vasquez: [Gorman has just run out of ammo, and it is clear they will now both die] You always were an asshole, Gorman.
  • Bishop: Not bad for a human.
  • Cocooned Woman: Kill me....
  • Corporal Ferro: We're in the pipe, five by five.
  • Salvage Team Leader: (first lines) Bio-readouts are all in the green, looks like she's alive. (He takes the helmet of his space suit off) Well, there goes our salvage, guys.


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

Ripley: Just tell me one thing, Burke. You're going out there to destroy them, right? Not to study. Not to bring back. But to wipe them out.
Burke: That's the plan. You have my word on that.
Ripley: All right, I'm in.

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

Frost: Hey, I sure wouldn't mind getting me some more of that Arcturian poontang! Remember that time?
Spunkmeyer: Yeah Frost, except the one you had was MALE.
Frost: It doesn't matter when it's Arcturian, baby!

Hudson: Man, this floor's freezing.
Apone: What do you want me to do, fetch your slippers for you?
Hudson: Gee, would you sir? I'd like that.
[Apone points at his face with middle finger]
Apone: Look into my eye.

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

Vasquez: Anytime, anywhere, man!
Hudson: Right, right. Somebody said "alien" she thought they said "illegal alien" and signed up!
Vasquez: Fuck you, man!
Hudson: Anytime, anywhere.

Gorman: Good morning, Marines. I'm sorry we didn't have time to brief you people before we left Gateway, but...
Hudson: Sir?
Gorman: What is it, Hicks?
Hudson: Hudson, sir. [points] He's Hicks.
Gorman: What's the question?
Hudson: Is this going to be a standup fight, sir, or another bughunt?
Gorman: All we know is that there is still is no contact with the colony, and that a xenomorph may be involved.
Frost: Excuse me sir, a, a what?
Gorman: A xenomorph.
Hicks: It's a bughunt.

Vasquez: Hey, mija. Who's Snow White?
Ferro: She's supposed to be some kind of consultant. Apparently she saw an alien once.
Hudson: Well whoopee-fuckin'-do, hey, I'm impressed.

Gorman: Any questions?
[Hudson raises his hand]
Gorman: What is it, private?
Hudson: [grinning] How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?
Apone: You secure that shit, Hudson!

Apone: All right you guys, we're a team and there's nothing to worry about. We come here, and we gonna conquer, and we gonna kick some. Is that understood?
Marines: Yes Sir!
Apone: That's what we gonna do, sweethearts. We are going to go and get some. All right people, on the ready line!

Ripley: I feel like kind of a fifth wheel around here, is there anything I can do?
Apone: I dunno, is there anything you can do?

Hicks: Looks like the new lieutenant's too good to eat with the rest of us grunts.
Frost: Boy's definitely got a corncob up his ass.

Ripley: You never said anything about an android being on board, why not?
Burke: It never uhm, never occurred to me. It's common practice, we always have a synthetic on board.
Bishop: I prefer the term "Artificial Person" myself.

Ripley: How many drops is this for you, Lieutenant?
Gorman: Thirty eight... simulated.
Vasquez: How many combat drops?
Gorman: Uh, two. Including this one.
Drake: Shit.
Hudson: Oh, man...

Frost: Man, I'm tellin' you, I got a bad feeling about this drop.
Crowe: You always say that Frost, you always say "I got a bad feeling about this drop!"
Frost: Okay, okay. When we get back without you, I'll call your folks.

[Only in the Special Edition]
Hudson: [during the drop] I'm ready, man, check it out. I am the ultimate badass! State of the badass art! You do NOT want to fuck with me. Check it out! Hey Ripley, don't worry. Me and my squad of ultimate badasses will protect you! Check it out! Independently targeting particle beam phalanx. Whoa! 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, sharp sticks...
Apone: Knock it off, Hudson. All right, gear up.

Frost: It's hot as hell in here.
Hudson: Yeah man, but it's a dry heat!

Gorman: Hicks, meet me at the South Lock. We're coming in.
Hicks: Roger.
Hudson: He's coming in. I feel safer already.
Vasquez: Pendejo Jerk-off!

Hudson: Yo! Stop your grinning and drop your linen! Found them.
Gorman: They alive?
Hudson: Unknown, but it looks like all of them, over at the processing station, sub-level three, under the main cooling towers.
Hicks: Looks like a god damn town meeting.
Gorman: Let's saddle up, Apone.
Apone: Aye, sir. [to everyone] All right. Let's go, people. They ain't paying us by an hour. Let's go, head them out! Okay, Frost, you're driving.

Ripley: Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire?
Gorman: 10 millimeter explosive tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing rounds, why?
Ripley: Well, look where your team is. They're right under the primary heat exchangers.
Gorman: So?
Ripley: So, if they fire their weapons in there, won't they rupture the cooling system?
Burke: [interjecting] Woah woah. Yeah, she's absolutely right.
Gorman: [turns round to Burke] So, so what?
Burke: Look, this whole station is basically a big fusion reactor...
[Gorman turns back to stare, horrified, at the screen]
Burke: ...right? So you're talkin' about a thermonuclear explosion and "Adiós, muchachos."
Gorman: Oh, great. Wonderful. Shit! Apone! Look... we can't have any firing in there. I, uh... I want you to collect magazines from everybody.
Hudson: Is he fuckin' crazy?
Frost: What the hell are we supposed to use man? Harsh language?

Hudson: Movement!
Apone: What's the position?
Hudson: I can't lock in!
Apone: Talk to me, Hudson!
Hudson: Multiple signals! They're closing!
Apone: Go to infrared, people. Look sharp!
Gorman: What's happening, Apone? We can't see anything in here!
Ripley: Pull your team out, Gorman.
Hudson: I got signals, I got readings in front and behind!
Frost: Where, man? I don't see shit.
Hicks: He's right. There's nothing back here.
Hudson: Look, I'm telling you, there's something moving, and it ain't us!
Frost:[after a teammate taps his shoulder] Shit.
Hudson: Tracker's off-scale, man! They're all around us, man! Jesus!
Dietrich: Maybe they don't show up on infrared at all.
[An alien grabs Dietrich from above.]
Gorman: Jesus Christ, Apone! What is going on?
Hicks: Wierzbowski and Crowe are down!
Apone: Dietrich? Crowe?
Hicks: Dietrich, Frost, off the board!
Apone: Sound off! Frost? Frost?
[Wierzbowski screams.]
Hicks: Wierzbowski? Wierzbowski?
Hudson: They're coming out of the walls! They're coming out of the god damn walls! Let's book!
Gorman: Apone, I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with...
Apone: Vasquez, Drake, hold your fire, god damn it!"
Gorman: Hey, Apone, are you copying me? I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with the incinerators, and fall back by squads.
Apone: Say again? All after incinerators.
Gorman: I said I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with the incinerators, and fall back... [garbled] squads.
[Loud gunfire. Alien drops down on Apone.]
Hicks: Sarge! Sarge!
Gorman: Apone? Talk to me.
Hicks: Sarge, you copy?"
Gorman: Apone, talk to me!
Ripley: He's gone!
Hudson: They're coming out of the walls!
Hicks: Where's Apone? Where's Apone?
Hudson: The sarge is gone! Let's get the fuck out of here!
Hicks: Let's move it! Let's go, Marines!
Hicks: Hudson!
Gorman: Hicks! Hicks!
Hicks: Behind you! It's too much! Fall back!
Gorman: I told them to fall back.
Hicks: Fall back, god damn it, now!

Vasquez: All right. We got seven canisters of CN-20. I say we roll them in there and nerve gas the whole fucking nest.
Hicks: That's worth a try, but we don't know if it's going to affect them.
Hudson: Look, let's just bug out and call it even, okay? What are we talking about this for?
'Ripley: I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
Hudson: Fucking A!
Burke: Hold on one second. This installation has a substantial dollar value attached to it.
Ripley: They can bill me.
Burke: Okay, look. This is an emotional moment for all of us, okay? I know that. But let's not make snap judgments, please. This is clearly an important species we're dealing with and I don't think you or I or anybody has the right to arbitrarily exterminate them.
Ripley: Wrong.
Vasquez: Yeah. Watch us.
Hudson: Hey, maybe you haven't been keeping up on current events, but we just got our asses kicked, pal!
Burke: Look, I'm not blind to what's going on, but I cannot authorize that kind of action. I'm sorry.
Ripley: Well, I believe Corporal Hicks has authority here.
Burke: Corporal Hicks has...
Ripley: This operation is under military jurisdiction, and Hicks is next in chain of command. Am I right, Corporal?
Hicks: Yeah. Yeah, that's right.
Burke: Yeah. Look, Ripley, this is a multi-million dollar installation, okay? He can't make that kind of decision. He's just a grunt. Hicks, no offense.
Hicks: None taken. Ferro, do you copy?
Ferro: Standing by.
Hicks: Prep for dust off. We're going to need immediate evac.
Ferro: Roger. We're on our way.
Hicks: I say we take off, nuke the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

Ripley: I dunno how you managed to stay alive, but you're one brave kid, Rebecca.
Newt: [whispers] N... Newt...
Ripley: What?
Newt: Newt. My name's Newt. Nobody calls me Rebecca except my brother.

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

[After drop-ship crashes on them.]
'Hudson': Well, that's great. That's just fucking great, man. Now what the fuck are we supposed to do? We're in some real pretty shit now, man!
Hicks: Are you finished? [to Ripley] You all right?
Newt: I guess we're not going to be leaving now, right?
Ripley: I'm sorry, Newt.
Newt: You don't have to be sorry. It wasn't your fault.
Hudson: That's it, man! Game over, man! Game over! What the fuck are we going to do now? What are we going to do?
Burke: Maybe we could build a fire and sing couple of songs, huh? Why don't we try that?
Newt: We'd better get back because it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night. Mostly.

Newt: My mommy always said there were no monsters - no real ones - but there are.
Ripley: Yes, there are.
Newt: Why do they tell little kids that?
Ripley: Most of the time it's true.

Burke: Those two specimens are worth millions to the bio-weapons division. If you're smart, we can both come out of this heroes, and we will be set up for life.
Ripley: You're crazy, Burke. Do you know that? You really think you can get a dangerous organism like that past ICC quarantine?
Burke: How can they impound it if they don't know about it?
Ripley: But they will know about it, Burke. From me. Just like they'll know you were responsible for the deaths of 157 colonists.
Burke: Wait a second!
Ripley: You sent them to that ship.
Burke: You're wrong!
Ripley: I just checked the colony log: directive dated 6-12-79, signed Burke, Carter J. You sent them out there and you didn't even warn them. Why didn't you warn them, Burke?
Burke: Okay, look. What if that ship didn't even exist? Did you ever think about that? I didn't know! So if I went and made a major security situation out of it, everybody steps in; Administration steps in, and there's no exclusive rights for anybody, nobody wins! So I made a decision, and it was wrong. It was a bad call, Ripley. It was a bad call.
Ripley: Bad call? These people are dead, Burke! Don't you have any idea what you've done here?! I'm going to make sure they nail you right to the wall. You're not going to sleaze your way out of this one. Right to the wall.
Burke: Ripley. You know, I expected more from you. I thought you'd be smarter than this.
Ripley: I'm happy to disappoint you.

Ripley: How long after we're declared overdue can we expect a rescue?
Hicks: [pause] Seventeen days.
Hudson: Seventeen days? Hey man, I don't wanna rain on your parade, but we're not gonna last seventeen hours! Those things are gonna come in here just like they did before. And they're gonna come in here...
Ripley: Hudson!
Hudson: ...and they're gonna come in here AND THEY'RE GONNA KILL US!
Ripley: HUDSON! This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training. [to Newt] Right?
[Newt apes a salute]
Hudson: So why don't you put her in charge?
Ripley: You'd better just start dealing with it, Hudson! Listen to me! Hudson, just deal with it because we need you and I'm sick of your bullshit.

'[[Only in Special Edition]
Bishop: Bishop here. I'm afraid I have some bad news.
Hudson: Well, that's a switch.

Ripley: It's very pretty, Bishop, but what are we looking for?
Bishop: That's it. Emergency venting.
Hudson: That's beautiful, man. That beats it all.
Hicks: How long until it blows?
Bishop: Four hours, with a blast radius of 30 kilometers, equal to about 40 megatons.
Hicks: We've got problems.
Hudson: I don't believe this. I don't fucking believe this!
Hicks: Vasquez, close the shutters.
Ripley: Why can't we shut it down from here?
Bishop: I'm sorry, but the crash caused too much damage. An overload was inevitable at this point.
Hudson: Oh, man. And I was getting short. Four more weeks and out. Now I'm going to buy it on this rock! It ain't half-fair, man!
Vasquez: Hudson, give us a break!
Hudson: Four more weeks. Oh, man.
Ripley: Oh, we need the other drop-ship from the Sulaco. I mean there must be some ways on bringing it down on remote.
Hudson: How? The transmitter was on the APC! It's wasted!
Ripley: I don't care how, but we'd better think of something, we'd better think of a way!
Hudson: Think of what? We're fucked!
Hicks: Shut up!
Hudson: We're doomed!
Hicks: Shut up! What about the colony transmitters? The uplink tower at the other end?
Bishop: The hard-wiring between here and there was damaged. We can't align the dish.
Ripley: Somebody has got to go out there, take a portable terminal, and patch in manually.
Hudson: Oh, yeah, sure! With those things running around? You can count me out!
Hicks: Yeah, I guess we can just count you out of everything.
Hudson: That's right, man.
Bishop: I'll go.
Hudson: [to Hicks] Why don't you go, man?
Bishop: I'll go.
Ripley: What?
Bishop: I'll go. I'm the only one qualified to remote-pilot the ship.
Hudson: Yeah, right, man. Bishop should go. Good idea!
Bishop: Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.

Hudson: Maybe we have them demoralized.
Vasquez: Shut up!

Hicks: This doesn't make any goddamn sense.
Ripley: He figured he could get an alien back through quarantine, if one of us was - impregnated, or 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 to sabotage certain freezers on the way home - namely yours. Then he could jettison the bodies and make up any story he liked.
Hudson: Fuck. He's dead. [Points muzzle of pulse-rifle to Burke's face again and looks him in the eye] You're dog meat, pal! I say we grease this rat-fuck son of a bitch right now.
Burke: This is...this is nuts. I mean listen...listen to what you're saying. It's paranoid delusion. It's sad, really.
Ripley: You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them fucking each other over for a God-damned percentage.
Hicks: All right. We waste him. [grinning as he grabs Burke] No offense!

Ripley: [After the lights go out.] They cut the power.
Hudson: What do you mean They cut the power? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!
Hicks: I want you two in trackers, checking the corridors. Let's move!

Hudson: Movement. Signal's clean. Range twenty meters.
Ripley: They found a way in, something we missed.
Hicks: We didn't miss anything.
Hudson: Eighteen, seventeen meters.
Ripley: Something under the floor, not in the plans. I don't know!
Hudson: Fifteen meters.
Newt: Ripley.
Hicks: Definitely inside the barricades.
Newt: Let's go.
Hudson: Thirteen meters.
Ripley: That's right outside the door. Hicks, Vasquez, get back!
Hudson: Man, this is a big fuckin' signal!
Hicks: How are you doing, Vasquez? Talk to me!
'Vasquez: [welding the door shut] Almost there.
Hicks: That's it.
Hudson: Twelve meters. Eleven. Ten.
Vasquez: Then they're right on us.
Hudson: Nine meters.
Hicks: Remember, short-controlled bursts.
Hudson: Eight meters. Seven. Six.
Ripley: It can't be. That's inside the room.
Hudson: It's reading right, man! Look!
Hicks: Well, you're not reading it right.
Hudson: Five meters, man, four... What the hell?

Bishop: Ripley..."
Ripley: I don't want to hear about it, Bishop. She's alive. There's still time.
Bishop: In nineteen minutes, this area is going to be a cloud of vapor the size of Nebraska.
Ripley: Hicks, don't let him leave.
Hicks: We ain't going anywhere.

[Only in Special Edition]
'Ripley: See you, Hicks.
Hicks: Dwayne. It's Dwayne.
Ripley: Ellen.
Hicks: Don't be gone long, Ellen.

Newt: Can I dream?
Ripley: Yes honey. I think we both can. Sleep tight.
Newt: Affirmative.


  • This time it's war
  • There are some places in the universe you don't go alone


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