Dallas  : You're gonna do what?
Ash     : Finger! Just try and get his finger off. Just a minute-
[Ash takes an odd pair of clambs(?) and pulls on the digit of the facehugger]
It's clunching on there...
[He needs some strength to pull it off. It doesn't work.]
Dallas  : It's not... It's trying still! (????)
Ash     : I know!!!
Dallas  : It's not coming off without tearing his face off, is it?
Ash     : We'll have to take a look at it's inside.
Dallas  : Right.
Parker  : [outside] How come they don't freeze him?
[shouts to Dallas and Kane inside]
How come you guys don't freeze him?!!
[Ash pushes some buttons and a panel slides open. Kane is moved inside to
scan.]
Ash     : Allright, you can take your mask off...
[Kane is scanned. We see blurry pictures of his intestents.]
Dallas  : What it's got down his throat?
Ash     : I suggest it's feeding him oxygen.
Dallas  : Paralyses him, puts him in a coma... And keeps him alive, now what
the hell is that? Now, we're gonna get it off him, come on.
Ash     : No... Now let's not be too hasty. We don't know anything about-
It... Now we assume it's feeding him oxygen, if we remove it...
Could kill him!
Dallas  : I'm willing to take that change, let's take it off, now...
Ash     : You take responsiblity?
Dallas  : Yes, yes, I'll take responsiblity, now get him out of there.

[Kane is back out the scanner on the table]
Dallas  : Now, how're you gonna do this?
Ash     : I'll make an incision below the knuckle, there... It's done by a...
[Ash holds some cutting device like the one used on the helmet near a paw of
the facehugger. The skin is cut, and immediatly a green acid spurts out and
eats away through the floor, hissingly.]
Ash     : Good God!
Dallas  : That crap's gonna eat through the hull!
[Dallas runs outside. Ash stays with Kane.]
I think it's gonna eat through the hull! Come one!
Parker  : What's going on?
Dallas  : This way!

[everybody follows Dallas downstairs. They open a door, and see that the stuff
eat through the ceiling, through some packages lying on the floor and through
the floor.]
Dallas  : Next deck.
[They run downstairs once more. They look, but don't find it. Then a small
hissing sound is heard.]
Parker  : There it is!
[Dallas walks towards the dripping acid]
Parker  : Don't get under it! Don't get under it!
Ripley  : Looks like it's stopping!
Parker  : Take a look at this, man...
Dallas  : [turns to Brett]
Right, ehh... Gimme ahh... a pen? Or... Give it to me, quick.
Come one!!! Come on!!!
[Brett hands him his pen]
Brett   : Don't get any on your arm.
[Dallas shoves the pen in the dripping acidic metal.]
Dallas  : It stopped... Haven't seen anything like it, except ehh... molecular
acid.
Brett   : They must be using it for blood.
Parker  : It got a wonderful defense mechanism. You don't dare kill it.
Ripley  : What about Kane?
Dallas  : Here's your pen, Brett.
[Dallas hands Brett his smoking molten pen. Brett looks a bit sad to his pen.]
Brett   : Well, whatta we do now?
Dallas  : Leave Kane to Ash, you get back to work.

[Brett and Parker working on the engines]
Brett   : Ok. Try it.
[Parker pulls some levers and pushes some buttons. A screeching sound is
heard.]
Dammit. I was sure that was it.
Parker  : Trust it.
Brett   : Like I've been in this space a month...
Parker  : We shouldn't have landed in this place in the first place.
Brett   : We shouldn't have landed on this damn ball, I know that.
Parker  : Well, the sooner we patch this thing up and get out of here, the
sooner we can go home, this place gives me the creeps.


[Ash is busy analysing the creature. We see some screens with a small embryo
like creature on them. Ash looks through some kind of microscope. Ripley
comes in]
Ripley  : That's amazing, what is it?
Ash     : What is this? Ehm... I don't know yet.
[Ash turns off the screens when he finds out Ripley stands behind him]
Did you want something?
Ripley  : Yes! I ehh... Have a little talk. How is Kane?
Ash     : He's holding, no changes.
Ripley  : And our 'guest'?
Ash     : Oh.
Ripley  : Hm?
Ash     : Well, as I said, I'm still collating actually, but eh... I have
confirmed that he has an outer layer of protein polysaccharids- Has
a funny habit of shedding his cells, and replacing them with
polarised silicon. Which gives him a prelongued resistance to
adverse environmental conditions. Is that nothing?
Ripley  : That's funny, what does it mean?
[Ripley bends over and watches through the microscope]