Alien 3

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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.


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[edit] Ripley

  • This is a maximum security prison... and you have no weapons of any kind?
  • [Last lines; 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 luck, 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 gonna 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 at 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.

[edit] Clemens

  • Poor sod backed into a nine foot fan.
  • [To Riply, after she recovers and asks sarcastically if she should walk around nude] Given the nature of our secluded population, I would suggest clothes. None of them have seen a woman in years. (to himself) Neither have I, for that matter.

[edit] 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! I ain't much for begging! Nobody ever gave me nothing! So I say FUCK that thing! Let's fight it!
  • 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 small, there's always a new life. A new beginning. Amen.
  • [last words, fighting the alien] Come on! Come on! That's all you got?! Is that as hard as you bite, motherfucker?!

[edit] 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 too 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.

(Assembly Cut only)

Frank: Ah, Christmas has come early, Murph.
Murphy: What do you mean?
Frank: Any dead ox is a good ox.
Murphy: Too bloody right! Smelly bastard's all covered in lice!
Frank: Well there's only seven of the friggin' things left, then we're done with them. God, I hate hosing these bastards down. Always get shite all over my boots.
Murphy: Talking of hosing things down...
Frank: Yeah?
Murphy: If you got the chance, what would you say to her?
Frank: What do you mean, if I got the chance?
Murphy: You know, if you got the chance.
Frank: You mean casual-like?
Murphy: Yeah. I mean, how would you put it if you bumped into her in the mess hall or somewhere?
Frank: No problem. I've never had any trouble with the ladies. I'd say, "Good day, my dear. How's it going? Anything I can do to be of service?" Then I'd give her the look, you know, up and down. Then I'd give her the wink, the dirty smile. She'd soon get the picture.
Murphy: Yeah, and then she'd say, "kiss my arse, you horny old fucker!"
Frank: I'd be happy to kiss her ass. I'd be happy to kiss her anywhere she wants.
Murphy: Yeah, but treat 'em mean and keep 'em keen. Right, Frank?
Frank: Told you before, Murph. Treat a queen like a whore, and a whore like a queen. You can't go wrong.
Murphy: (kicks the dead bovine) What do you think killed Babe?
Frank: Beats me. She just keeled over.
Murphy: How old was she?
Frank: The charts say eleven, in her prime. Never mind. We'll chop her up later and throw her in a stew.
Murphy: Right. Hey Frank... what's this? [picks up a dead facehugger]
Clemens: Now that I've gone out on a limb for you with Andrews, damaged my already less-than-perfect relationship with that good man, can you not tell me what you were looking for in the girl?
Ripley: Are you attracted to me?
Clemens: In what way?
Ripley: In that way.
Clemens: You're very direct.
Ripley: I've been out here a long time.
Clemens: So have I.
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's always a new life. A new beginning. Amen.
Andrews: Once again, 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: (runs into the room, out of breath and panicking) It's here! It got Clemens!
Andrews: (loses his temper) Stop this raving at once! Stop it!
Ripley: I'm telling you, it's here!
Andrews: Mr. Aaron, get that foolish woman back to the infirmary!
[the alien reaches down from an overhead airduct and pulls Andrews into the ceiling]
Morse: [holding a chair defensively, after the panic subsides in shocked silence] ...FUCK!
Ripley: It's like a lion. Sticks close to the zebras.
Aaron: Zebras? Oh, right. But running around down here in the dark, are you kidding? Once you get out of this main shaft, there are no overheads.
Ripley: Don't we have flashlights?
Aaron: We've got thousands of them, 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 nuclear waste storage vault] Never been used. They were gonna dump a lot of nuclear crap in there. Never got around to it. 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. They really knew how to build these babies.
Ripley: You're saying we get something inside... 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, so...
David: David.
Aaron: Yeah, you can get these drums organized.
David: Right, 85.
Aaron: (starts walking away) And, uh... don't call me that. (leaves)
Ripley: What's this 85 thing?
David: Couple of us sneaked a look at his personnel file the day he arrived; it's his IQ. (about the chemicals) I saw a drum of this stuff fall into a beachhead bunker once. The blast put a tug in dry dock for 17 weeks. 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 rescue team is on its way. We could just sit this out.
Ripley: 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 gotta be fucking nuts! Look, I've got a wife and a kid--
Dillon: Nobody gives 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, so I'm a company man, I'm 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! [the prisoners yell insults and profanities at him] Yeah, and I'm smart enough to wait for some firepower to show up before we fight this thing! Right?
Dillon: Okay, fine. Just sit here on your asses.
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, and all the rest of you pussies can sit it out too. Me and her will 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 gonna 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 at 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 crud, and they don't give a fuck about one friend of yours that's died. Not one.
David: Have you got some sort of plan?
Dillon: This is a leadworks, isn't it? All we got to do is lure the fucking beast into the mold, drown it in hot lead.
Morse: All right. So how do we do that?
Gregor: Yeah. What are we gonna use for bait?
Kevin: (realizes) Aw, fuck!
Dillon: We're all gonna die. The only question is when. This is as good a 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 on your fucking knees... begging?! I ain't much for begging! No one ever gave me nothing! So I say fuck that thing! Let's fight it!
Morse: Fuck it! Let's go for it!
[as Jude is running from the alien in the tunnels, his frantic calls for help are heard by Dillon, who is waiting for him at the other end of the tunnel]
Jude: Help me!
Dillon: Jude!
Jude: Dillon! Please help, it's coming at me! Oh god, I'm not gonna make it!
Dillon: Don't look back, Jude! Run as fast as you fucking can!
Jude: It's not stopping[desperate panic] It's right behind me! Dear God, help me! PLEASE!
[he is killed seconds before reaching Dillon]
[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 ten tons of hot lead in here!
Ripley: I'm telling you, I wanna die!
Dillon: We got a deal, remember?! It dies first, then you! I'm not gonna move without you, now get going!
[Dillon and Ripley begin climbing up the wall. The alien sees this and begins to follow. Dillon climbs back down]
Ripley: Dillon!
Dillon: I've gotta hold it here.
Ripley: What about me?
Dillon: God will take care of you now, sister!
Ripley: No!
Dillon: Pour the lead! (he takes off his glasses and turns to the alien) Just 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 as hard as you fight, motherfucker?!
Ripley: (waves to Morse) Over here!
Morse: Ripley!
Ripley: Pour the lead! Pour the lead! (Morse positions the machine over the pit) Pour it!
[Dillon and the alien are drowned in 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 foward) 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 wanna 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 wanna take it back?
Bishop II: Ripley, time is important. Let us deal with the malignancy. We've got a surgical base set up on the rescue ship. Come with me.
Medic: It's very quick. Painless. A couple of incisions, and you'll be out for two hours.
Bishop II: And then it's over. 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... that you'll destroy it?
Bishop II: You have to trust me. (approaches her) Please, trust me?
(a short pause)
Ripley: ...No. (slams gate, then begins to position the machine away from the group)
Bishop II: What's this going to achieve? (a soldier shoots Morse in the leg) Stop!
Morse: Ow! Oh, Jesus!
Ripley: Morse, will you help me?
Morse: 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 large wrench, then hits Bishop over the head with it) Fucking android!
(a soldier shoves Aaron back, then shoots him to death)
Bishop II: I'M NOT A DROID!! (to Ripley) Ripley, think of all we can learn from it! It's the chance of a lifetime! You must let me have it! It's a magnificent specimen! (to cameraman) No pictures!!
(Morse stops the machine over the furnace; Ripley stands at the precipice)
Ripley: You're crazy.
Bishop II: What are you doing?
(Ripley falls from the machine into the furnace)
Bishop II: NOOOOOOO!
(Ripley falls into the furnace)

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