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.
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: They cut the power.
Private Hudson: What do you mean "they cut the power"? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!
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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 f--- 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...
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!
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: F***'n 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 f---'n great man, now what the f--- are we supposed to do? We're in some real pretty s--- now man... That's it man, game over man, game over, man! Game over! What the f--- 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.