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Aliens
This time it's war.
This time it's war.
I'm happy to disappoint you.
We'd better get back, 'cause it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night... mostly.
Just deal with it, because we need you and I'm sick of your bullshit.
She doesn't have bad dreams because she's just a piece of plastic.
My mommy always said there were no monsters - no real ones - but there are.
I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the Corps. A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm. Every meal's a banquet. Every paycheck a fortune. Every formation a parade. I love the Corps!
Where you want it?
I'll go.
Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.
Mr. Burke gave instructions that they were to be kept alive in stasis for return to the Company labs. He was very specific about it.
I'm not sure. It must be something we haven't seen yet.
We're all in strung out shape, but stay frosty, and alert. We can't afford to let one of those bastards in here.
I wanna introduce you to a personal friend of mine. This is an M41A pulse rifle. Ten millimeter with over-and-under thirty millimeter pump action grenade launcher.
Outstanding. Now all we need is a deck of cards.
This is so nuts. I mean, listen - listen to what you're saying. It's paranoid delusion. How - It's really sad. It's pathetic.
Remember. Short, controlled bursts.
I guess we're not gonna be leaving now, right?
I expected more from you. I thought you'd be smarter than this.
They're coming outta the walls. They're coming outta the goddamn walls.
Fuckin' A!
I'm ready, man, check it out. I am the ultimate badass! State of the badass art! You do not wanna fuck with me. Check it out!
Look into my eye.
Boy's definitely got a corncob up his ass.
How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?
Now listen up. I want this thing to go smooth and by the numbers.
We're on an express elevator to hell. Going down!
We're in the pipe, five by five.
We got tactical smart missiles, phase-plasma pulse rifles, RPGs, we got sonic electronic ball breakers! We got nukes, we got knives, sharp sticks...
I like to keep this handy... for close encounters.
All right, gear up.
Remarkable piece of machinery. You know we manufacture those by the way.
Sir, this place is dead. Whatever happened here I think we missed it.
He's comin' in. I feel safer already.
Let's saddle up, people.
Nobody touch nothin'.
What the hell are we supposed to use, man? Harsh language?
In nineteen minutes, this area's gonna be a cloud of vapor the size of Nebraska.
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