Private Hudson: Hey, maybe you haven't been keeping up on current events, but we just got our asses kicked, pal!

Private Hudson: Hey top, what's the op?

Sergeant Apone: It's a rescue mission, you'll love it. There's some juicy colonists' daughters we have to rescue from their virginity.

Private Hudson: Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?

Private Vasquez: No. Have you?

Private Hudson: Man, this floor is freezing.

Sergeant Apone: What do you want me to do, fetch your slippers for you?

Private Hudson: Gee, would you, sir? I'd like that.

[Apone pulls down the skin under his left eye with middle finger]

Sergeant Apone: Look into my eye.

Private Hudson: Maybe we got 'em demoralized.

Private Hudson: Oh dear Lord Jesus, this ain't happening, man... This can't be happening, man! This isn't happening!

Private Hudson: Sir?

Lieutenant Gorman: What is it, Hicks?

Private Hudson: Hudson, sir. He's Hicks.

[signals to Hicks]

Lieutenant Gorman: What's the question?

Private Hudson: Is this gonna be a standup fight, sir, or another bug hunt?

Lieutenant Gorman: All we know is that there's still no contact with the colony and that a xenomorph may be involved.

Private Frost: Excuse me, sir, a-a what?

Lieutenant Gorman: A xenomorph.

Corporal Hicks: It's a bug hunt.

Private Hudson: [after Bishop performs the knife trick on his hand, hysterically] That wasn't funny, man!

Private Hudson: [after the drop ship crash] Well, that's great. That's just fuckin' great, man! Now what the fuck are we supposed to do? We're in some real pretty shit now, man!

Corporal Hicks: [grabs him by the shirt] Are you finished?

Newt: I guess we're not gonna be leaving now, right?

Ripley: I'm sorry, Newt.

Newt: You don't have to be sorry. It wasn't your fault.

Private Hudson: That's it, man. Game over, man. Game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?

Burke: Maybe we can build a fire, sing a couple of songs, huh? Why don't we try that?

Newt: We'd better get back 'cause it'll be dark soon and they mostly come at night. Mostly.

Private Hudson: [frightened] We're all gonna die, man.