In space no one can hear you scream.
Hasta la vista, baby.
I am putting myself to the fullest possible use... which is all, I think, that any conscious entity can ever hope to do.
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.
I'm happy to disappoint you.
Here's one thing I've learned from the movies.
[ tap-tap-tap ]
It's money and adventure and fame. It's the thrill of a lifetime and a long sea voyage that starts at six o'clock tomorrow morning.
God bless the Internet.
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