Ripley  : All I can think of is they must have wanted the alien for their
weapons division. He's been protecting her right all 'long.
Parker, will you plug it in?
Parker  : [hesitates]
Whah... Ehh... I don't know why-
Ripley  : 'Cause he may know how to kill it.
[Parker connects Ash. Ash's head is swaying on the table. Ripley presses
it down. She connects two wires. They spark. She does it again. His hand
comes to life, though the rest of his body keeps motionless. Ash makes
small sounds of fluid dripping in his head.]
Ripley  : Ash, can you hear me? Ash?
[She hits the table on front of Ash's head hard. Ash opens his eyes. He
closes his mouth. White fluids come out of his mouth.]
Ash     : Yes, I can hear you.
[His voice sounds a lot more like coming from a speaker now.]
Ripley  : What was your special order?
Ash     : You read it, I think it was clear.
Ripley  : What was it?
Ash     : Bring back lifeform. Priority one. All other priorities rescinded.
[Parker jumps up and comes close.]
Parker  : That damn company. What about our lives, you...son of a bitch!?!
Ash     : I repeat: All other priorities are rescinded.
Ripley  : How do we kill it? There's gotta be a way of killing it. How? How
do we do it?
Ash     : You can't.
Parker  : That's bullshit!
Ash     : You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you?
Perfect organism. It's natural (?) perfection is matched only by
it's hostility.
Lambert : You admire it...
Ash     : I admire it's purity. A survivor. Unclouded by conscience,
remorse, or delusions of morality.
Parker  : Look, I don't-... I've heard enough of this, and I'm asking you to
pull the plug.
Ash     : Last word!
Ripley  : What?
Ash     : I can't lie to you about your chances, but... You have my
sympathies. [smiles]
[Ripley janks the power out of the socket. Ash's head falls back,
smilingly.]

Ripley  : We're gonna blow up the ship. We're take our chances in the
shuttle. Blow up the ship.
Parker  : Yeah... Come on.
[They walk out. Parker turns around and looks at Ash. He pulls the trigger
on his incinerator and burns Ash and the whole room down.]

[They walk through the corridors to the shuttle.]
Ripley  : When we throw the switches, how long before the ship blows?
Parker  : Ten minutes.
Ripley  : No bullshit?
Parker  : If we're not out of here in ten minutes, we won't be no rocket out
(?) in space!
Ripley  : We're going to need cooling for the air support system.
[they walk on and stop at a junction.]
You two go down and get all the cooling you can carry. I'll get
the shuttle ready. I'll be about... Seven minutes. I'll be back up
here and shut the switches off and... We'll blow this _fucker_ off
into space!
Parker  : Yeah... Allright. [to Lambert] Come on.
Ripley  : Ready?
Parker  : Take care of yourself!
Ripley  : Seven minutes.
[they take off. Ripley gets to the shuttle and prepares it for take off.]
[shot from outside: the shuttle is getting loose]
[Ripley hears Jones mow through the intercom.]
Ripley  : Jones!
[She goes to the bridge.]

[Parker and Lambert get all they can on a small car they push.]

[Ripley is on the bridge]
Ripley  : Jones?

[Parker and Lambert load it all onto the car.]
Parker  : Ok, check the bottles!
[Lambert checks them.]

[Ripley is on the bridge, looking for Jones. We hear Parker and Lambert over
the intercom.]
Ripley  : Jones...!

Parker  : Ok, how are you doing?
Lambert : [scared] Fine...
Parker  : [distracted] Fine?
[Lambert drops some of the bottles. Then she carries them to the car.]
Parker  : Ok, go ahead.

Ripley  : Jones?
[Something moves in the back of the bridge. She passes the middle section,
with the intercom.]
Ripley  : Psss, psss, psss, psss, psss! Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty!
Come here, Jones, come here! Jones? Come here, boy!
[she walkes around some pilot chairs.]
Come here! I'm now asking! Jones? Jones? Come here, come here,
sweetheart.
[she hears it move again.]
Jones!! Jones? Jones?
[something screams and jumps out in front of her. It's Jones and he's
running away. Ripley startles, falls back, but gets herself on her feet