- Dillon: Why? Why are the innocent punished? Why the sacrifice? Why the pain? There aren't any promises. Nothing certain. Only that some get called, some get saved. She won't ever know the hardship and grief for those of us left behind. We commit these bodies to the void with a glad heart. For within each seed, there is a promise of a flower, and within each death, no matter how small, there's always a new life. A new beginning. Amen.
- [the prisoners hesitate to go against the alien and ask why they can't wait for the company to bring them some guns]
- Ripley: Because they won't kill it. They might kill you just for having seen it but they're not gonna kill it.
- Aaron: That is crazy! That is horse shit! They will not kill *us*!
- Ripley: When they first heard about this thing, it was "crew expendable". The next time they sent in marines - they were expendable too. What makes you think they're gonna care about a bunch of lifers who found God at the ass-end of space? You really think they're gonna let you interfere with their plans for this thing? They think we're - we're crud. And they don't give a fuck about one friend of yours that's - that's died. Not one.
- Ripley: This is a maximum security prison, and you have no weapons of any kind?
- Andrews: We have some carving knives in the abattoir, a few more in the mess hall. Some fire axes scattered about the place - nothing terribly formidable.
- Ripley: That's all?
- Andrews: We're on the honor system.
- Ripley: Then we're fucked.
- [Clemens rises after making love with Ripley]
- Clemens: I really appreciate your affections. But I am aware that they deflected my question. In the nicest possible way, of course.
- Frank: [talking about Ripley] I'd be happy to kiss her arse. I'd be happy to kiss her anywhere she wants.
- [laughs and makes obscene gesture with his tongue]
- Murphy: Yeah, but treat'em mean, keep'em keen. Right, Frank ?
- Frank: Told you before, Murph... Treat a queen like a whore and a whore like a queen. You can't go wrong.
- Ripley: How 'bout leveling with me? Well, when I asked how you got assigned here you avoided the question. And then when I asked about the prison ID tattooed on the back of your head you ducked me again.
- Clemens: It's a long, sad story. And more than a little melodramatic.
- Ripley: Try me.
- Clemens: [smiles] If you insist. After my student years, despite the fact that I had become secretly addicted to morphine, I was considered to be most promising. A man with a future. Then during my first residency I did a thirty-six hour stretch on an ER. So I went out and I got more than a little drunk. Then I got called back. Boiler had blown on a fuel plant and there were thirty casualties. And eleven of them died. Not as a result of the accident but because I prescribed the wrong dosage of painkiller. And I got seven years in prison and my licence reduced to a 3C.
- [pause]
- Clemens: At least I got off the morphine.
- Dillon: I don't like losin' a fight. Not to nobody, not to nothin'. That damn thing out there's already killed half my men, got the other half scared shitless. As long as it's alive, sister, you're not gonna save any universe.
- Andrews: It would seem that our smoothly running facility has run into a few problems. I can only hope that we can all pull together over the next few days until the rescue team arrives for Lt. Ripley.
- Ripley: It's here! It got Clemens!
- Andrews: Stop this raving at once!
- Ripley: I'm telling you... it's here!
- Andrews: Aaron get that foolish woman back to the infirmary!
- [the alien grabs Andrews from above and kills him]
- Andrews: [the prisoners scream and scatter]
- Morse: [grabs a chair] Fuck!
- [Dillon saves Ripley from being raped by fellow inmates, beating them severely with a metal bar]
- Dillon: Take off. I gotta "re-educate" some of the brothers! We're gonna discuss some matters of the spirit.
- [Ripley is looking for the alien]
- Ripley: Don't be afraid. I'm part of the family. You've been in my life so long, I can't remember anything else. Now do something for me. It's easy. Just - just do what you do.
- Andrews: We've 25 prisoners in this facility. All double-Y chromos. All thieves, rapists, murderers, child-molesters... All scum. Just because they have taken on religion doesn't make them any less dangerous. I try not to offend their convictions. I don't want to upset the order. I don't want ripples in the water. And I don't want a woman walking around, giving them ideas...
- Ripley: I see. For my own personal safety...
- Andrews: Exactly...
- Dillon: We're all gonna die, the only question is when. This is as good a place as any to take your first steps to heaven. The only question is how you check out. Do you wanna go on your feet? Or on your fucking knees, begging? I ain't much for begging! Nobody ever gave me nothin! So I say fuck that thing! Let's fight it!
- [last lines]
- Ripley: [playback of a recording, interrupted by static] Ash, 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.
- Bishop: Do me a favour. Disconnect me. I could be reworked, but I'll never be top of the line again. I'd rather be nothing.
- Dillon: I wanna get this thing, and I need you to do it! And if it won't kill you, then maybe that helps us fight it!
- [Ripley and David are fetching Quinitricetyline for coating the prison tunnels]
- David: I saw a drum of this stuff fall into a beach head bunker once. The blast put a tug in dry dock for seventeen weeks. Great stuff!
- [first lines]
- Computer Voice: Stasis interrupted. Fire in cryogenic compartment. Repeat, fire in cryogenic compartment. All personnel report to emergency escape vehicle launch pod. Deep-space flight will commence in T-minus twenty seconds.
- Andrews: Let me see if I have this correct, Lieutenant - it's an 8-foot creature of some kind with acid for blood, and it arrived on your spaceship. It kills on sight, and is generally unpleasant. And of course, you expect me accept all this on your word.
- Ripley: No. I don't expect anything.
- Andrews: Quite a story, Mr Aaron.
- Aaron: Right sir, it's a beauty. Never heard anything quite like it, sir.
- Andrews: Expect not.
- Ripley: [while Ripley is looking for the Alien] Where are you when I need you? Don't be afraid. I'm part of the family. You've been in my life so long, I can't remember anything else. Now do something for me. It's easy, just..just do what you do.
- Morse: [to Ripley] What 85 is trying...
- Aaron: [talking at the same time] Don't call me that!
- Morse: ...to tell you is that we ain't got no entertainment center, no climate control, no video system, no surveillance, no freezers, no fucking ice cream, no rubbers, no women, no guns. All we got here is *shit*! Oh, what the hell are we even talkin' to her for? She's the one that brought the fucker. Why don't we just get her head and shove it through the FUCKING WALL!
- Dillon: Morse. Why don't you shut the fuck up?
- Dillon: You just better be right about that thing not wanting you. Because if it wants out, that's how it's gonna go: through that alcove, through you.
- Morse: [When Dillon proposes to fight the Alien] When the fuck can't we wait for the company to have some guns on our side? Why - why should we go on a fuckin' suicide run?
- [Morse, the last survivor of Fury, limps out of the prison with the company guards]
- Soldier: Come on, move it!
- Morse: [grinning] Aw, fuck you!
- Clemens: Dillon and the rest of the alternative people, embraced religion, as it were, about five years ago. Tincture?
- Ripley: I'm on medication.
- Clemens: Hardly.
- Ripley: What kind of religion?
- Clemens: Some sort of apocalyptic, millenarian, Christian fundamentalist, uh...
- Ripley: Right.
- Clemens: Exactly. Point is, when the company wanted to close the facility down, Dillon and the rest of the converts wanted to stay. And they were allowed to remain as custodians with two minders and a medical officer. And here we are.
- Ripley: How did you get this wonderful assignment?
- Clemens: How do you like your new haircut?
- Ripley: It's okay.
- Clemens: Now that I've gone out on a limb for you with Andrews, damaged my already less-than-perfect relationship with that good man and briefed you on the humdrum history of Fury 161; can you not tell me what you were looking for in the girl?
- Bishop II: Ripley! Think of all we could learn from it! It's the chance of a lifetime, you must let me have it!