Yaphet Kotto: Parker
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 All other priorities rescinded.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Ash : I repeat, all other priorities are rescinded.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.
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?
Parker : It's a robot! Ash is a goddamn robot!
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.
[Kane wakes up from his comatose state]
Parker : How ya doin'?
Kane : Terrific. Next silly question?
[they laugh, Ash hands him a cup of water]
Kane : Oh, thank you.
Dallas : You remember anything about the planet?
[Kane shakes his head]
Ripley : What's the last thing you do remember? Huh?
Kane : I remember some... horrible dream about... smothering? I don't know... Anyway, where are we?
Dallas : We're right here.
Ripley : We're on our way home!
Brett : Yeah, back to the ole freezerinos. Ahaha.
Dallas : Now, this air shaft may work to our advantage. Here. It leads up to and comes out in the main airlock. All right, there's only one big opening along the way, we can cover that up, and then we... drive it into the airlock and zap it into outer space.
Parker : How? This son of a bitch is huge! I mean, it's like a man; it's... it's big!
Ash : [softly] Kane's son.
Parker : 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.
Brett : [realizing Nostromo has changed its course and they have to investigate] Well, so what?
Kane : Well, we are obligated under section eight...
Parker : I hate to bring this up but, uh, this a commercial ship, not a rescue ship...
Brett : Right.
Parker : ...and it's not in my contract to do this kind of duty. Now what about the money? If you wanna give me some money to do it, I'll be happy to, uh, t-to, you know, oblige.
Brett : The man's right.
Dallas : Parker...
Parker : Let's go over the bonus situation. We haven't... Can we just talk about the bonus situation?
Ash : I'm sorry, can I say something?
Parker : Let's talk about the bonus more.
Ash : There is a clause in the contract which specifically states any systematized transmission indicating a possible intelligent origin must be investigated.
Parker : I don't wanna hear it...
Brett : We don't know if it's intelligent.
Parker : I wanna go home and party.
Dallas : Parker, will you just listen to the man?
Ash : On penalty of total forfeiture of shares. No money.
Dallas : You got that?
Parker : [chuckling] Well, yeah.
Dallas : All right, we're going in.
Parker : [to Brett] Yeah, we're going in, aren't we?
Parker : So, um, we think we should discuss the bonus situation...
Parker : 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.
Parker : [last line, to Lambert] Get out of the room!
Parker : It's got a great defense mechanism... you don't dare kill it...