"This is the worst shit I've ever seen, man."

"What you say? You got any biscuits over there?"

"Here's some cornbread."

"Cornbread. Yeah."

"I am cold."

"Still with us, Brett?"

"Right."

"Oh, I feel dead."

"Anybody ever tell you you look dead, man?"

"I like griping."

"Before we dock, I think we oughta discuss the bonus situation."

"Brett and I, we think we oughta... we deserve full shares, right baby?"

"You see, Mr. Parker and I feel that the bonus situation has never been on a-an equitable level."

"You get what you're contracted for like everybody else."

"Yes, but everybody else, uh, gets more than us."

"Mother wants to talk to you."

"What's my God damn key."

"Plug us in."

"Give us something to look at."

"Take a look at this."

"Where's Earth?"

"That's not our system."

"We're way out in the boondocks here..."

"What the hell are we doing out here."

"Some of you may have figured out that we're not home."

"Mother's interrupted the course of the voyage. Mother is programmed to interrupt the course of our voyage if certain conditions arise."

"We've received intermittent transmission from quadrant points... Somebody's gone down."

"So what?"

"We're obligated under section eight..."

"Christ. We're a commercial ship not some rescue team. This kind of duty's not in our contract."

"You better read your contract. Transmissions received in non-commercial lanes..."

"There is a clause in the contract which specifically states any systematized transmission indicating a possible intelligent origin must be investigated."

"On penalty of total forfeiture of shares. No money."

"We're going in, that's it."

"Right, we're going in. Sir."

"Can we land on it?"

"The other ship did. It's big enough. Can't see any reason why not."

"How about a little something to lower your spirits?"

"Thrill me, would ya?"

"Based on my calculations, based on time spent getting to and from the planet..."

"Just give me the short version, how far to Earth?"

"Ten months."

"What kind of a transmission?"

"Acoustical beacon. It, uh... repeats at intervals of twelve seconds."

"S.O.S.?"

"I don't know."

"Human?"

"Unknown."

"If they find what they're lookin' for out there, that mean we get full shares?"

"Don't worry, Parker, yeah. You'll get whatever's coming to you."

"Look, I'm not gonna do any more work until we get this straightened out."

"Brett, you're guaranteed by law to get a share."

"Why don't you just fuck off?"

"What'd you say, Rip?"

"Okay, Ripley, we're clean. Let us in."

"What happened to Kane?"

"Something has attached itself to him. We have to get him to the infirmary right away."

"What kind of thing? I need a clear definition."

"An organism. Open the hatch!"

"Wait a minute. If we let it in, the ship could be infected. You know the quarantine procedure. Twenty-four hours for decontamination."

"He could die in twenty-four hours. Open the hatch."

"Listen to me, if we break quarantine, we could all die."

"Look, could you open the god-damned hatch? We have to get him inside."

"No. I can't do that and if you were in my position, you'd do the same."

"Ripley, this is an order. Open that hatch right now, do you hear me?"

"Yes."

"Ripley. This is an order. Do you hear me?"

"Yes. I read you. The answer is negative."

"[Director's Cut only] You bitch!"

"[Director's Cut only] Easy!"

"[Director's Cut only] Hey! Hey!"

"[Director's Cut only] You were gonna leave us out there!"

"[Director's Cut only] Alright. Ripley, when I give an order I expect to be obeyed."

"[Director's Cut only] Even if it's against the law?"

"[Director's Cut only] You're goddamn right!"

"Inner hatch opened."

"That's amazing. What is it?"

"Uh, yes, it is. Um. I don't know yet. Did you want something?"

"How's, uh, how's Kane?"

"He's holding, no changes."

"And, uh, our guest?"

"Well, as I said, I'm still... collating, actually, but uh, I have confirmed that he's got an outer layer of protein polysaccharides. Has a funny habit of shedding his cells and replacing them with polarized silicon, which gives him a prolonged resistance to adverse environmental conditions. Is that enough?"

"That's plenty. What does it mean?"

"Please don't do that. Thank you."

"Well, it's an interesting combination of elements making him a... tough little son-of-a-bitch."

"And you let him in."

"I was obeying a direct order. Remember?"

"Ash. When Dallas and Kane are off the ship, I'm Senior Officer."

"Oh, yes. I forgot."

"You also forgot the Science Division's basic quarantine law."

"No, that I didn't forget."

"Oh, I see. You just broke it, hm?"

"Look, what would you have done with Kane, hm? You know his only chance of survival was to get him in here."

"Unfortunately, by, uh, breaking quarantine, you risk everybody's life."

"Maybe I should have left him outside. Maybe I've jeopardized the rest of us, but it was a risk I was willing to take."

"That's a pretty big risk for a Science Officer. It's, uh, not exactly out of the manual, is it?"

"I do take my responsibilities as seriously as you, you know. You do your job and let me do mine, yes?"

"I haven't seen anything like that except molecular acid."

"It must be using it for blood."

"It's got a wonderful defense mechanism. You don't dare kill it."