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Quotes of Movie: Alien [1979]
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[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. It's a robot. Ash is a god damn robot. I can't see a goddamn thing. Kane: Quit griping. Lambert: I like griping. 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. | |
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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. Ash, can you hear me? *Ash*? Ash: 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 All other priorities rescinded.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 Ash: I repeat, all other priorities are rescinded.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. 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. 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? [last line, to Lambert] *Get out of the room!* There is an explanation for this, you know. 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. 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. If they find what they're lookin' for out there, that mean we get full shares? Ripley: Don't worry, Parker, yeah. You'll get whatever's coming to you. Brett: Look, I'm not gonna do any more work, until we get this straightened out. Ripley: Brett, you're guaranteed by law to get a share. Parker: What? Ripley: Why don't you just fuck off? Parker: What? Brett: Uh, what'd you say, Rip? Ripley: If you have any trouble, I'll be on the bridge. Ash, that transmission - Mother's deciphered part of it. It doesn't look like an S.O.S. Ash: What is it, then? Ripley: Well, I, it looks like a warning. I'm gonna go out after them. Ash: What's the point? I mean by the, the time it takes to get there, you'll, they'll know if it's a warning or not, yes? That's amazing. What is it? Ash: Uh, yes, it is. Umm. I don't know yet. Did you want something? Ripley: Yes, I, uh... have a little talk. How's, uh, how's Kane? Ash: He's holding, no changes. Ripley: And, uh, our guest? Ash: Umm. Ripley: Hmm? Ash: 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? Ripley: That's plenty. What does it mean? [Ripley bends down to look through the micro-scanner] Ash: Please don't do that. Thank you. Ripley: I'm sorry. Ash: Well, it's an interesting combination of elements making him a... tough little son-of-a-bitch. Ripley: And you let him in. Ash: I was obeying a direct order. Remember? Ripley: Ash. When Dallas and Kane are off the ship, I'm Senior Officer. Ash: Oh, yes, I forgot. Ripley: You also forgot the Science Division's basic quarantine law. Ash: No, that I didn't forget. Ripley: Oh, I see, you just broke it. Hmm? Ash: Look, what would you have done with Kane, hmm? You know his only chance of survival was to get him in here. Ripley: Unfortunately, by, uh, breaking quarantine, you risk everybody's life. Ash: 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. Ripley: That's a pretty big risk for a Science Officer. It's, uh, not exactly out of the manual, is it? Ash: I do take my responsibilities as seriously as you, you know. You do your job and let me do mine, yes? Come on, Ash, I mean, the Science Department should be able to help us. What can we do to drive it? Ash: Yes, well, it's adapted remarkably well to our atmosphere considering its nutritional requirements. The only thing we don't know about is temperature. Ripley: OK, what about temperature? What happens if we change it? Ash: Let's try it. I mean most animals retreat from fire, yes? Dallas: Fire, yeah. Ash. Any suggestions from you or Mother? Ash: No, we're still collating. Ripley: [Laughing in disbelief] You're what? You're still collating? I find that hard to believe. Ash: What would you like me to do? Ripley: Just what you've been doing, Ash, nothing. Ripley: Mother! I've turned the cooling unit back on. Mother! Mother: The ship will automatically destruct in "T" minus five minutes. Ripley: You... BITCH! [smashes computer monitor with flamethrower] Micro changes in air density, my ass. What's it key off? Ash: Micro changes in air density. This is commercial towing vehicle Nostromo out of the Solomons, registration number 1-8-0-niner-2-4-6-0-niner. Calling Antarctica traffic control. Do you read me? Over. I found it. Just short of Zeta II Reticuli. We haven't reached the Outer Rim yet. What kind of a transmission? Dallas: Acoustical beacon. It, uh, repeats at intervals of 12 seconds. [looking at alien skeleton] Alien life form. Looks like it's been dead a long time. Fossilized. Looks like it's growing out of the chair. [climbs up for a closer look] Dallas: Bones are bent outward, like he exploded from inside. Did you ever ship out with Ash before? Dallas: I went out five times with another science officer. They replaced him two days before we left Thedus with Ash. Hmm? | |
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