Aliens (1986)

William Hope: Lieutenant Gorman

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• Ripley : How many drops is this for you, Lieutenant?

  Lieutenant Gorman : Thirty eight... simulated.

  Private Vasquez : How many *combat* drops?

  Lieutenant Gorman : Uh, two. Including this one.

  Private Drake : Shit.

  Private Hudson : Oh, man...

• Lieutenant Gorman : [to Apone over the radio]  Look, uh, Apone.

  [Apone snaps his fingers, bringing his troops to a halt] 

  Lieutenant Gorman : Look, we can't have any firing in there. I, uh... I want you to collect magazines from everybody.

  Private Hudson : Is he fuckin' crazy?

  Private Frost : What the hell are we supposed to use, man, harsh language?

• Lieutenant Gorman : Hicks, meet me at the south lock. We're coming in.

  Corporal Hicks : Roger.

  Private Hudson : [to Vasquez]  He's comin' in. I feel safer already.

  Private Vasquez : Pendejo jerk off...

• Lieutenant Gorman : Any questions?

  [Hudson raises his hand] 

  Lieutenant Gorman : What is it, Private?

  Private Hudson : How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?

  Sergeant Apone : You secure that shit, Hudson!

• Lieutenant Gorman : [referring to the knife game]  I thought you never missed, Bishop.

  [Ripley looks up to see a white milky substance leaking from between Bishop's thumb and index fingers] 

  Ripley : [to Burke in an accusatory tone]  You never said anything about an android being on board! Why not?

  Burke : Pff, it never... never occurred to me. It's just common practice. We always have a synthetic on board.

  Bishop : I prefer the term "Artificial Person" myself.

• Ripley : Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire?

  Lieutenant Gorman : 10 millimeter explosive tip caseless. Standard light armor piercing rounds. Why?

  Ripley : Well, look where your team is. They're right under the primary heat exchangers.

  Lieutenant Gorman : So?

  Ripley : So, if they fire their weapons in there, won't they rupture the cooling system?

  Burke : [interjecting]  Ho, ho, ho. Yeah, she's absolutely right.

  Lieutenant Gorman : So? So what?

  Burke : Look, this whole station is basically a big fusion reactor, right? So you're talkin' about a thermonuclear explosion and adiós, muchachos.

  Lieutenant Gorman : Oh, great. Wonderful. Shit!

• 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.

• Lieutenant Gorman : Drake, check your camera. There seems to be a malfunction.

  [Drake smacks his head and camera against a nearby support, the picture clears] 

  Lieutenant Gorman : That's better.

• Lieutenant Gorman : [to Apone over the mic while the aliens are attacking the marines]  I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with the incinerators and fall back by squads to the APC, over.

  Sergeant Apone : Say again? All after incinerators?

  Lieutenant Gorman : [irritated]  I said I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with the incinerators and fall back by squads to the APC...

  [an alien sneaks up behind Apone and attacks him, his screams heard over the mic while his video feed goes dead] 

  Lieutenant Gorman : Apone... talk to me.

  [more insistent] 

  Lieutenant Gorman : Apone, talk to me...

  Ripley : He's gone! Get them out of there! Do it now!

• Lieutenant Gorman : Ripley, what the *hell* are you doing?

• Ripley : I don't believe this. You guys throw me at the wolves, and now you want me to go back out there? Forget it. It's not my problem.

  Burke : Can I finish ?

  Ripley : No. There's no way.

  Lieutenant Gorman : Ripley, you wouldn't be going in with the troops. I can guarantee your safety.

  Burke : These colonials marines are very though hombres. They're packing state of the art firepower. There's nothing they can't handle. Lieutenant, am I right ?

  Lieutenant Gorman : That's true. We've been trained to deal with situations like this.

• Lieutenant Gorman : What's her name again?

  Corporal Dietrich : Rebecca

  Lieutenant Gorman : Now think Rebecca. Concentrate. Just start at the beginnings. Where are your parents? Now look Rebecca, you have to try...

  Ripley : Gorman. Give it a rest, why don't you?

  Lieutenant Gorman : Total brain lock.

  Corporal Dietrich : Physically Bordeline malnutrtion, but not permanent damage.

  Lieutenant Gorman : Come on. We are wasting our time.

  Ripley : Try this. It's a little hot chocolate. There you go. Oup! That good, huh! Uh oh. I made a clean spot here. Now I 've done it. Guess I'll have to do the whole thing Hard to believe there's a little girl under all this. And a pretty one, too. You don't talk much, do you? I don't know how you managed to stay alive. But you're one brave kid, Rebecca.

  Newt : Newt.

  Ripley : What'd you say?

  Newt : Newt. My name is Newt. Nobody calls me Rebecca except my brother.

  Ripley : Newt? I'd like that. I'm Ripley. It's nice to meet you. And who is this ?

  Newt : Casey.

  Ripley : Hello, Casey. What about your brother? What's his name?

  Newt : Timmy

  Ripley : Is Timmy around here too? Maybe hiding like you were?... Any sisters ?... Mom and Dad ?... Newt. Look at me. Where are they?

  Newt : They're dead, all right? Can I go now?

  Ripley : I'm sorry Newt. Don't you think you'd be safer here with us? These people are here to protect you. They're soldiers.

  Newt : It won't make any difference...

• Lieutenant Gorman : All right, let's see what we can see.

• Lieutenant Gorman : All right. Drake, this way. We should be able to cut through the Med-Lab to Operations.

• Lieutenant Gorman : I can guarantee your safety.

  Burke : These Colonial Marines are very tough hombres. They're packing state-of-the-art firepower. There's nothing they can't handle. Lieutenant, am I right?

  Lieutenant Gorman : That's true. We've been trained to deal with situations like this.

  Ripley : Then you don't need me. I'm not a soldier.

• Lieutenant Gorman : Let's saddle up, Apone.

  Sergeant Apone : Aye, sir. All right. Let's go, people. They ain't paying us by the hour. Let's go. Head 'em out.