Alien Ripley Quotes

Nuke it from orbit. It's the only way to be sure." (Ellen Ripley)

We’ll start a whole new human race,” Hoop quipped. “With respect, Hoop, I believe Ripley would eat you alive.

What would Ripley do? When in a jam, Carrow often thought of how Ellen Ripley, the legendary badasstress of the Alien quadrilogy, would figure her way out.

Hoop nodded. “Everything’s good.” “For now,” Ripley said. “Only for now. Nothing stays good for long. Not ever.

Good!” Ripley said, standing again. She was tall, imposing, and she liked the way a couple of the guys winced a little when she shouted. “That’s because I blew it out of the airlock.

She saw an alien bearing down and clasping her to its chest, that long curved head raising, mouth sprouting the silvery, deadly teeth that would smash through her skull and free her at last from her nightmares.

She fell, rolled, kicked out with one boot. The alien tripped over her leg and went sprawling, spilling one queen’s egg onto its side. Ripley screamed in pain as her wounded leg was jarred, but then she was standing again, aiming the charge thumper and firing her last shot into the monster’s face.

Did IQs just drop sharply while I was away?

Not for reasons unknown!” Ripley said, again. One more time, she thought. The more she told her story, the less they seemed to believe it, and the more terrible it became to her. “I told you, we set down there on company orders to get this thing which destroyed my crew. And your expensive ship.

Dammit, that’s not all!” Ripley shouted. She couldn’t get through to them. Could they not see? Could they not understand? “’ Cause if one of those things gets down here, that will be all, and this…” She grabbed the papers, copies of her deposition, evidence sheets. “This bullshit that you think is so important… you can kiss all that goodbye!

I simply regard romantic comedies as a subgenre of sci-fi, in which the world created therein has different rules than my regular human world. Then I just lap it up. There is no difference between Ripley from Alien and any Katherine Heigl character. They’re all participating in the same level of made-up awesomeness, and I enjoy every second of it.

The girl looked at her so sharply that Ripley was taken aback. The assurance in Newt’s eyes bespoke a hardness that was anything but childish. Her tone was flat, neutral. ‘I don’t want you for a friend.’ Ripley tried to conceal her surprise. ‘Why not?’ ‘Because you’ll be gone soon, like the others. Like everybody.’ She gazed down at the doll head. ‘Casey’s okay. She’ll stay with me. But you’ll go away. You’ll be dead and you’ll leave me alone.’ There was no anger in that childish declamation, no sense of accusation or betrayal. It was delivered coolly and with complete assurance, as though the event had already occurred. It was not a prediction, but rather a statement of fact soon to take place.

That’s not what’s bothering you, is it? You’re worried about what they might find. Or have we all misjudged you and you’re really a high-minded seeker after knowledge, a true devotee of pushing back the frontiers of the known universe?’ ‘Hell, no.’ Parker didn’t seem the least offended by Ripley’s casual sarcasm. ‘I’m a true devotee of pushing back the frontiers of my bank account.

Drake complied. ‘Learned that one in tech class,’ he informed the occupants of the operations bay. ‘Got to make sure you hit the left side only or it doesn’t work.’ ‘What happens if you hit the right side?’ Ripley asked curiously. ‘You overload the internal pressure control, the one that keeps your helmet on your head.’ She could see Drake smiling wolfishly into Frost’s camera. ‘Your eyeballs implode and your brains explode.’ ‘What brains?’ Vasquez let out a snort.

Oh God, Yes!” her depraved mind screamed to her. If this is what being a whore felt like, then yes. She wanted to be a whore!

There is no difference between Ripley from Alien and any Katherine Heigl character.

To applaud the Final Girl as a feminist development, as some reviews of Aliens have done with Ripley, is, in light of her figurative meaning, a particularly grotesque expression of wishful thinking.

Fuck this. If someone didn’t tell him about Newt, Ripley, and Bishop by dinner time, he’d go full-on outlaw, and find out for himself.