In space no one can hear you scream.
Final report of the commercial starship Nostromo, third officer reporting. The other members of the crew, Kane, Lambert, Parker, Brett, Ash and Captain Dallas, are dead. Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.
Will you listen to me, Parker? Shut up!
I don't want to hear it. I want to go home and party.
The pit is completely enclosed. And it's full of leathery objects, like eggs or something.
Mother says the sun's coming up in twenty minutes.
It appears to be completely sealed.
The ship will automatically destruct in T minus five minutes.
Bring back life form. Priority One. All other priorities rescinded.
It's got a wonderful defense mechanism. You don't dare kill it.
I admire its purity. A survivor, unclouded by conscience, remorse or delusions of morality.
insure return of organism for analysis.
all other considerations secondary.
Well, it's an interesting combination of elements making him a... tough little son of a bitch.
Let's get the hell out of here.