Johner: Hey, Ripley. I heard you, like, ran into these things before?
Ripley: That's right.
Johner: Wow, man. So, like, what did you do?
Ripley: I died.
Ripley: Who do I have to fuck to get off this boat?
Johner: I can get you off. Maybe not the boat.
[when the Betty hits Earth's atmosphere]
Johner: What's burning?
Vriess: Us!
Johner: Shit! You're right!
[first lines]
Ripley: [voiceover] My mommy always said there were no monsters. No real ones. But there are.
Call: Father's dead, asshole. Intruder on level one. All aliens, please proceed to level one.
Distephano: I thought you were dead.
Ripley: Yeah, I get that a lot.
Johner: Don't push me, little Call. You hang with us for a while, you'll find out I am not the man with whom to fuck!
Johner: Earth, man. What a shithole.
Call: Jesus Christ, Johner, what do you put in this shit? Battery acid?
Johner: Just for color.
Johner: You can't fly one of these things too, can you?
Ripley: Are you kidding? This piece of shit is even older than I am.
Elgyn: [about Call] She is severely fuckable, ain't she?
Ripley: Why do you care what happens to them?
Call: Because I'm programmed to.
Ripley: You're programmed to be an asshole? You're the new asshole model they're putting out?
Dr. Wren: I think you will find that, uh, things have changed a great deal since your time.
Ripley: I doubt that.
[last lines]
Call: [about Earth] It's beautiful.
Ripley: Yeah.
Call: I didn't expect it to be. What happens now?
Ripley: I don't know. I'm a stranger here myself.
[a soldier prods Johner in the back with a rifle. Johner spins and snatches it away in an eyeblink]
Johner: Don't ever touch me!
[returns it just as fast]
Johner: Ever!
Ripley: [discovering that Call is an android] I should have known. No human being is that humane.
Johner: I'm not the mechanic here, Ironsides! I mostly just hurt people!
Dr. Wren: Distephano, take the weapons.
Distephano: Begging your pardon, sir, but FUCK YOU!
Johner: Well, I say if we wanna make any decent time, I say we ditch the cripple.
[to Vriess]
Johner: No offense, man.
Vriess: [giving him the finger] None taken!
