Al Matthews: Sergeant Apone
[during the drop to LV-426]
Private Hudson : I'm ready, man, check it out. I am the *ultimate* badass! State of the badass art! You do not wanna fuck with me. Check it out! Hey Ripley, don't worry. Me and my squad of ultimate badasses will protect you! Check it out! Independently targeting particle beam phalanx. Vwap! Fry half a city with this puppy. We got tactical smart missiles, phased plasma pulse rifles, RPGs, we got sonic electronic ball breakers! We got nukes, we got knives, sharp sticks...
Sergeant Apone : Knock it off, Hudson. All right, gear up.
Sergeant Apone : [after the briefing] All right sweethearts, you heard the man and you know the drill. Assholes and elbows! Hudson, come here! Come *here*!
Sergeant Apone : All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the Corps! A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm. Every meal's a banquet! Every paycheck a fortune! Every formation a parade! I *love* the Corps!
[the Marines are all hard at work, preparing for the drop]
Ripley : Hey, I feel like kind of a fifth wheel around here. Is there anything I can do?
Sergeant Apone : I don't know, is there anything you can do?
Ripley : ...Well, I can drive that loader. I have a Class-2 rating.
Sergeant Apone : Be my guest.
[Ripley mounts the second loader, activates it, then casually drives it to pick up a cargo container]
Ripley : [nonchalantly] Where do you want it?
[Hicks grins, and Apone booms with laughter]
Sergeant Apone : Bay Twelve, please.
[Hicks is dozing through an extremely turbulent entry into a planetoid's atmosphere]
Sergeant Apone : Somebody wake up Hicks.
Sergeant Apone : Knock it off, Hudson!
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.
Lieutenant Gorman : Apone, talk to me...
Ripley : He's gone!
Sergeant Apone : All right, sweethearts, you're a team and there's nothin' to worry about. We come here, and we gonna conquer, and we gonna kick some, is that understood? That's what we gonna do, sweethearts, we are going to go and get some. All right, people, on the ready line! Are ya lean?
Marines : Yeah!
Sergeant Apone : Are ya mean?
Marines : Yeah!
Sergeant Apone : WHAT ARE YOU?
Marines : Lean and mean!
Sergeant Apone : WHAT ARE YOU? HUDSON! Get on the ready line, Marines, get some today! Get on the ready line! Move it out! Move it out, goddammit! Get hot! One, two, three, four! Get out, get out, get out! Move it out, move it out, move it out! Move it out, move it out, move it out! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven! Aaarrrrr, absolutely badassess! Let's pack 'em in! Get in there!
Sergeant Apone : Hudson, run a bypass.