Alien 3

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Alien 3, styled as Alien³, is a 1992 science fiction/horror film. As the third installment in the Alien media franchise, it is preceded by Ridley Scott's Alien and James Cameron's Aliens and is followed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet's Alien Resurrection. The film also stands as the feature film directorial debut of David Fincher.

Lt. Ellen Ripley

  • This is a maximum security prison... and you have no weapons of any kind?
  • [Last words; Assembly Cut version] You're crazy.
  • [Last lines of film; transmisson from the conclusion of Alien] 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 help, the Network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.
  • Your ass is already on the line. The question is, what are you going to do about it?
  • When they first heard about this thing, it was crew expendable. The next time they sent in marines- they were expendable too. What makes you think they're gonna care about a bunch of lifers who found God on the ass-end of space? You really think they're going to let you interfere with their plans for this thing? They think we're... we're crud. And they don't give a fuck about one friend of yours that's died. Not one.

Lenard Dillon

  • We're all gonna die. The only question is how you check out. Do you want go on your feet? Or on your fucking knees... begging? Well I ain't much for begging! And nobody ever gave me nothing! So I say FUCK that thing! Let's fight it!
  • Why? Why are the innocent punished? Why the sacrifice? Why the pain? There aren't any promises. Nothing's certain. Only that some get called, some get saved. She won't ever know the hardship and grief for those of us left behind. We commit these bodies to the void...with a glad heart. For within each seed, there is the promise of a flower. And within each death, no matter how big or small, there is always a new life...a new beginning. Amen.
  • [Last words, fighting the alien] Come on! Come on! That's all you got?! Is that all that you bite, motherfucker?! Come on! Do it

Dialogue

Andrews: This is rumor control, here are the facts. As some of you know, a 337 model E.E.V crash-landed here at 0600 on the morning watch. There was one survivor, two dead and a droid that was hopelessly smashed beyond repair. The survivor is a woman.
Morse: I just want to say that I have taken a vow of celibacy. That also includes women. We've all taken the vow! I'd like to say, that I for one, do not appreciate company policy allowing to freely intermingle with inmates and the rest of the staff.
Dillon: What brother means to say is we view the presence of any outsider - especially a woman - as a violation of the harmony, and a potential break in the spiritual unity.
Andrews: We are well aware of your feelings on this matter. You will be pleased to know that I have requested a rescue team. Hopefully, they will be here inside of a week and evacuate her ASAP. [To Clemens] What's her medical status?
Dr. Clemens: She doesn't seem to badly damaged. She's unconscious. Can't give you a more specific diagnosis at the moment.
Andrews: Will she live?
Dr. Clemens: I would think so.
Andrews: Look, it's in everybody's best interest the woman doesn't come out of the infirmary until the rescue team arrives. And certainly not without an escort, right?
Aaron: Sir.
Andrews: Gentlemen, we should all stick to our set routine and not get unduly agitated. Correct. All right. Thank you, gentlemen.

Ripley: How do you know my name?
Clemens: It's stenciled on the back of your shorts.

Andrews: We commit this child and this man to your keeping, O Lord. Their bodies have been taken from the shadow of our nights. They have been released from all darkness and pain. The child and the man have gone beyond our world. They are forever eternal and everlasting. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Dillon: Why? Why are the innocent punished? Why the sacrifice? Why the pain? There aren't any promises. Nothing's certain. Only that some get called, some get saved. She won't ever know the hardship and grief for those of us left behind. We commit these bodies to the void...with a glad heart. For within each seed, there is the promise of a flower. And within each death, no matter how big or small, there is always a new life...a new beginning. Amen.

Andrews: This is rumor control, here are the facts. At 0800 hours, prisoner Murphy, through carelessness on his part, was found dead in vent shaft 17. He seems to have been sucked into a ventilator fan. At about 2100 hours, prisoner Golic reappeared in a deranged state. Prisoners Boggs and Rains are missing. There seems to be a good chance that they have met with foul play at the hands of prisoner Golic. We need to organize and send out a search party. Volunteers will be appreciated. I think it's fair to say that our smoothly running facility has suddenly developed a few problems. I can only hope we are all able to pull together over the next few days until the rescue team arrives for Lieutenant Ripley.
Ripley: It's here! It got Clemens!
Andrews: Stop this raving at once! Stop it!
Ripley: I'm telling you! It's here!
Andrews: Aaron, get that foolish woman back to the infirmary!
[The alien grabs Andrews and pulls him into an airshaft]
Morse: [Holding a chair, after the panic subsides] ...Fuck!

Aaron: There's no way I can replace Andrews. He was a good man. I know you guy's didn't appreciate him--
Dillon: Aaron, we don't want to hear that shit now.

Ripley: It's like a lion. Sticks close to the zebras.
Aaron: Zebras? Oh, right. But look. Running around down here in the dark. Are you kidding? Once you get out of this main shaft, there's no overheads.
Ripley: Don't we have flashlights?
Aaron: We've got thousands of 'em, but no batteries. I told you, nothing works.
Ripley: Torches? Do we have the capacity to make fire? Most humans have enjoyed that privilege since the Stone Age.
Aaron: No need to be sarcastic.

Aaron: [Showing Ripley a storage room] Never been used. They were gonna dump a lot of nuclear crap in there. Never got around to it. It's clean as a whistle inside.
Ripley: This is the only way in or out?
Aaron: That's right. Walls are six feet thick, solid steel. Really knew how to build these babies.
Ripley: You're saying we get something in there... there's no way it can get out?
Aaron: That's right. No. Fucking. Way.

Aaron: This is where we keep it. Forget what the stuff's called...
David: Quinitricetyline.
Aaron: I knew that. Right, I've got to get these section arrangements organized with Dillon for the paintbrush, uh... So, um...
David: ...David.
Aaron: David, yeah. You can get these drums organized.
David: Right, 85.
Aaron: [Prepares to leave] And, uh... don't call me that. [Leaves]
Ripley: What's this "85" thing?
David: A couple of us sneaked a look at his personnel file the day he arrived. That's his I.Q. [About the Quinitricetyline] I saw a drum of this stuff fall into a beachhead bunker once. The blast put a tug in dry dock for 17 weeks. [grins] Great stuff.

Dillon: Why should I put my ass on the line for you?
Ripley: Your ass is already on the line. The only question is, what are you gonna do about it?

Dillon: This is the choice: You die sitting here on your ass or you die out there. At least we take a shot. We owe it one. It's fucked us up. Maybe we can get even for the others. So how do you want it?
Morse: What the fuck are you talking about?
Dillon: I'm talkin' about killing that big motherfucker!
Aaron: Hold it, hold it. The rescues team's on its way. We could just sit this out.
Ripley: A rescue team for whom?
Aaron: For us.
Ripley: They just want the beast. You know that.
Aaron: I don't give a damn what they want. They're not gonna pick us off one by one, are they?
Ripley: I wouldn't be so sure.
Aaron: Come on. They're gonna take us home.
Dillon: They're not gonna take us home.
Morse: Still doesn't mean we should go out and fight it. Jesus Christ! Give us a break!
Aaron: You've got to be fucking nuts. Look, I've got a wife and kid--
Dillon: Nobody give a shit about you, 85. You're not one of us. You're not a believer. You're a fucking company man!
Aaron: Yeah, okay. Okay, I'm a company man and not a fucking criminal. You keep telling me how dumb I am. Well, I'm smart enough not to have a life sentence on this rock! [Most of the prisoners yell insults and profanities at him] And I'm smart enough to wait for some firepower to show up before we fight this thing! Right, Morse?
Dillon: Right, okay. Just sit here on your asses. Fine.
Morse: [Sarcastically] How about if I sit here on my ass?
Dillon:: No problem. Oh, I forgot. You're the guy that's made a deal with God to live forever, huh? And all the rest of you pussies can sit it out too. Me and her'll do all the fighting.
Morse: ...Okay. But I want the same thing as you. I want to see it dead. I hate the fucker! It killed my mates too! Why can't we just wait for the company and have some guns on our side!? Why do we have to go on some fucking suicide run!?
Aaron: Right!
Ripley: Because they won't kill it. ...They might kill you just for having seen it, but they're not going to kill it.
Aaron: That is crazy! That is horseshit! They will not kill us!
Ripley: When they first heard about this thing, it was crew expendable. The next time they sent in marines. They were expendable too. What makes you think they're gonna care about a bunch of lifers who found God on the ass-end of space? You really think they're going to let you interfere with their plans for this thing? They think we're-we're crud. And they don't give a fuck about one friend of yours that's-that's died. Not one.
David: Have you got some sort of plan?
Dillon: This is a lead works, isn't it? All we got to do is lure the fucking beast into the mold, drown it in hot lead.
Morse: All right. Show how do we do that?
Gregor: Yeah. What're we gonna use for bait?
Kevin: [Realizes] Oh, fuck!
Dillon: We're all gonna die. The only question is when. This is as good place as any to take our first steps to heaven. The only question is how you check out. Do you want it on your feet... or one your fucking knees, begging? I ain't much for begging. Nobody ever gave me nothing'. So I say fuck that thing! Let's fight it!
Morse: Fuck it! Let's go for it!
[Aaron leaves]

[Ripley and Dillon have trapped the alien in the lead mold while Morse starts the machine]
Ripley: Now!
Dillon: What about you?
Ripley: I'm staying.
Dillon: Bullshit! There's gonna be 10 tons of hot lead in here!
Ripley: I'm telling you, I wanna die!
Dillon: [Grabs her] We got a deal! Remember? It dies first, then you! I'm not gonna move without you! Now get going!
[Dillon and Ripley begint climb up the walls. The alien sees this and begins to follow. Dillon climbs back down]
Ripley: Dillon!
Dillon: I've got to hold it here.
Ripley: What about me?
Dillon: God will take care of you, sister!
Ripley: No!
Dillon: Pour the lead. [To the alien, takes off his glasses] Fuck you. [The alien attacks him] Pour it, Ripley! Go on! Goddamn it! Pour the lead, Ripley! Pour it now! [To the alien] Come on! Come on! That's all you got?! Is that all that you bite, motherfucker?! Come on! Do it!
Ripley: [Signals Morse] Over here!
Morse: Ripley!
Ripley: Pour the lead! Pour the lead! [Morse positions the machine over the pit] Pour it!
[Morse covers the alien and Dillon with molten lead]

[After killing the alien]
Ripley: Don't come any closer.
Aaron: Wait. They're here to help.
Ripley: Stay where you are!
Bishop II: [Steps forth] Ripley.
Ripley: Bishop.
Bishop II: I'm here to help you.
Ripley: No more bullshit. I just felt it move.
Bishop II: You know who I am?
Ripley: You're a droid. Same model as Bishop. Sent by the fucking company.
Bishop II: No. I'm not the Bishop Android. I designed it. I'm very human. The company sent me here to show you a friendly face, to demonstrate how important you are to us; to me.
Ripley: You just want to take it back.
Bishop II: We want to kill it and take you home.
Ripley: Bullshit.
Bishop II: You're wrong. We want to help.
Ripley: What does that mean?
Bishop II: We're going to take that out of you.
Ripley: And keep it.
Bishop II: We can't allow it to live. Everything we know would be in jeopardy.
Ripley: You don't want to take it back?
Bishop II: Ripley, time is important. You still can have a life. Children. And most important, you'll know it's dead. Let me help you.
Ripley: What guarantee do I have... once you've taken it out, you'll destroy it?
Bishop II: You'll have to trust me. [Approaches her] Please? Trust me?
[A short pause...]
Ripley: No. [Slams a gate, then begins to position the machine away from the group]
Bishop II: What's this going to achieve? [A guard shoots Morse in the leg] Stop!
Morse: [Shouts] Jesus!
Ripley: Morse. Will you help me?
Morse: [Stands] What do you want me to do?
Bishop II: It was a mistake! There was no need for any of it!
Aaron: [Picks up a monkey wrench, then hits Bishop II in the head with it] Fucking android!
[A guard shoves Aaron backwards, then shoots him to death]
Bishop II: Ripley, think of all we could learn from it! It's the chance of a lifetime! You must let me have it! It's a magnificent specimen!
[Morse stops the machine over the furnace. Ripley stands over the edge]
Bishop II: What are you doing?
[Ripley falls from the machine into the furnace]
Bishop II: [Screaming] NOOOOOO!!
[As Ripley falls, the Alien Queen bursts forth from her chest. Dying from the wound, Ripley grabs the Alien queen and holds it onto her as she falls into the furnace]

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