RIPLEY: Ash, can you hear me?
ASH: Yes, I can hear you.
RIPLEY: What was your special order?
ASH: You read it. I thought it was clear.
RIPLEY: What was it?
ASH: Bring back life-form. Priority one. All other priorities rescinded.
PARKER: 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ASH: I repeat, all other priorities are rescinded.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, Ash? 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? A perfect organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility.
LAMBERT: You admire it...
ASH: I admire its purity. A survivor. Unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality...
PARKER: I've heard enough of this - I'm asking you to pull the plug.
ASH: I can't lie to you about your chances. But you have my sympathies...