[Last line] Ripley: Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about 6 weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of The Nostromo, signing off.
Kane: Oh, I feel dead. Parker: Anybody ever tell you you look dead?
Lambert: I can't see a goddamn thing. Kane: Quit griping! Lambert: I like griping.
Parker: If they found what they're lookin' for out there, does that mean we get full shares? Ripley: Don't worry, Parker, yeah. You'll get whatever's comin' to you. Brett: Look, I'm not gonna do any more work until we get this straightened out. [Brett turns on a steam vent, making a loud noise obscuring Ripley's words.] Ripley: Brett, you're guaranteed by law to get a share. Parker: What? Ripley: Why don't you just fuck off? Parker: What? Brett: Whaddya say Rip? Ripley: If you have any trouble, I'll be on the bridge.
Ripley: Ash, that transmission -- Mother's deciphered part of it. It doesn't look like an S.O.S. Ash: Well, what is it, then? Ripley: Well, I, it looks like a warning. I'm going to go out after them. Ash: What's the point? I mean... by the time it takes to get there, you'll, they'll know if it's a warning or not, yes?
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: 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.
Ripley: Whenever he says *anything* you say "right," Brett, you know that? Brett: Right! Ripley: Parker, what do you think? Your staff just follows you around and says "right"? Looks like a regular parrot. Parker: [laughs] Yes... What, are you some kind of parrot? Brett: Right!
Ripley: When we throw the switches, how long before the ship blows? Parker: Ten minutes. Ripley: No bullshit? Parker: If we ain't outta here in ten minutes, we won't need no rocket to fly through space.
Ripley: Ash, can you hear me? ASH! Ash: Yes, I can hear you. Ripley: What was your special order twenty-four? Ash: You read it, I thought it was clear. Ripley: What was it? Ash: Return alien life form, all other priorities rescinded. Parker: What about our lives, you son of a bitch? Ash: I repeat, all other priorities rescinded. Ripley: How do we kill it? Ash: You can't. Parker: Bullshit! Ash: You still don't know what you're dealing with do you? Perfect organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility. Lambert: You admire it. Ash: I admire its purity, its sense of survival; unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality. Parker: I've heard enough and I'm asking you to pull the plug. Ash: One more word. I can't speak for your chances, but... you have my sympathies.
Parker: Before we dock, I think we ought to discuss the bonus situation. Brett and I, we think we ought to, we deserve full shares. Right? Brett: 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 contracted for like everybody else. Brett: Yes, but everybody else gets more than us.