Veronica Cartwright: Lambert
Ripley : Ash, can you hear me?
[slams her hands down on the table]
Ripley : Ash?
Ash : [awakens and starts speaking in an electronic and distorted voice] 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 All other priorities rescinded.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Ash : I repeat, all other priorities are rescinded.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? The 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.
[Ripley goes to disconnect Ash, who interrupts]
Ash : Last word.
Ripley : What?
Ash : I can't lie to you about your chances, but... you have my sympathies.
Dallas : 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.
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?
Ripley : Unless somebody has got a better idea... we'll proceed with Dallas' plan.
Lambert : [hysterical] What? And end up like the others? Oh, no. You're out of your mind!
Ripley : You got a better idea?
Lambert : Yes! I say that we abandon this ship! We get the shuttle and just get the hell out of here! We take our chances and... just hope that somebody will pick us up!
Ripley : Lambert, the shuttle won't take four.
Lambert : Well, then why don't we draw straws and...
Parker : I'm not drawing any straws. I'm for killing that goddamn thing right now.
Ripley : Okay. Well, let's talk about killing it. We know it's using the air shafts...
[Parker mumbles underneath]
Ripley : Will you listen to me, Parker? Shut up!
Parker : Let's hear it. Let's hear it.
Ripley : It's using the air shafts.
Parker : You don't know that.
Ripley : That's the only way! We'll move in pairs. We'll go step by step and cut off every bulkhead and every vent until we have it cornered, and then we'll blow it the fuck out into space. Is that acceptable to you?
Parker : If it means killing it then it's acceptable to me.
Ripley : Obviously it means killing it. But we have to stick together.
Dallas : Well... some of you may have figured out we're not home yet, we're only half way there. Mother's interrupted the course of our journey. She's programmed to do that should certain conditions arise. They have. It seems that she has... intercepted a transmission of unknown origin. She got us up to check it out.
Ripley : A transmission? Out here?
Lambert : What kind of a transmission?
Dallas : Acoustical beacon. It, uh... repeats at intervals of twelve seconds.
Kane : S.O.S.?
Dallas : I don't know.
Ripley : Human?
Dallas : Unknown.
Lambert : I found it. Just short of Zeta II Reticuli. We haven't reached the Outer Rim yet.