Hudson: Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen.

Hudson: Game over man... Game over!

[All ammunation has been confiscated.]

Marine: What are we supposed to use? Harsh language?!

Ripley: How many drops is this for you Lieutenant?

Gorman: Thirty eight... simulated.

Vasquez: How many combat drops?

Gorman: Uh, two. Including this one.

Ripley: They cut the power.

Hudson: What do you mean "THEY cut the power"? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!

Hudson: Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?

Vasquez: No, have you?

Bishop: Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.

Newt: We'd better get back, 'cause it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night... mostly.

[The alien queen advances on Newt.]

Ripley: Get away from her you bitch!