ripley: final report - 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.
hudson: hey, vasquez...you ever been mistaken for a man?
vasquez: no. have you?
hudson: we're on an express elevator to hell - going down!
lieutenant gorman orders the troops to unload all their weapons before the first alien encounter
private frost: what the hell are we supposed to use, man? harsh language?
newt: we'd better get back, 'cause it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night... mostly.
ripley: get away from her, you bitch!