Call: Father's dead, asshole. Intruder on level one. All aliens, please proceed to level one.
Call: He is breeding an alien species. More than dangerous. If those things get loose, it's gonna make the Lacerta Plague look like a fucking square dance!
Call: Jesus Christ, Johner, what do you put in this shit? Battery acid?
Johner: Just for color.
Call: [about leaving Ripley, who has just been sucked into the alien lair, behind] It's not right!
Purvis: I've been saying that all day.
Call: You're a thing, a construct. They grew you in a fucking lab.
Ripley: Does it grow?
Dr. Gediman: Yeah. Very rapidly.
Ripley: It's a queen.
Dr. Gediman: How did you know that?
Ripley: She'll breed. You'll die. Everyone in the company will die.
Ripley: [after discovering Call is a robot] You're a robot?
Johner: Son of a bitch! Our little Call's just full of surprises.
Ripley: I should have known. No human being is that humane.
Ripley: [to Call] Are you gonna kill me or what?
Ripley: Who do I have to fuck to get off this boat?
Johner: I can get you off. Maybe not the boat.
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?