Rest in peace bill paxton.....
'drop you spinning and drop your linnin'
'they're coming out of the F*ckin walls man!'
'drop you spinning and drop your linnin'
'they're coming out of the F*ckin walls man!'
'and I was gettin' short, 4 more weeks and out...now I'm gonna buy it on this rock!..it ain't half fair man!!'
share'hey AintGotTime2Bleed, have you ever been mistaken for a man?'
share'no, have you?!'
share'yeah man but it's dry heat!'
share'Oh yeah, sure! With those things runnin' around? You can count me out!'
'I guess you don't like the cornbread either'
share'Look into my eye!'
share'Hudson, get on the ready line!'
share'Is this gonna be a standup fight, sir, or another bug hunt?'
share'it's a bug hunt.'
share'you heard the man, assholes and elbows - Hudson, come here!'
share'Hey sarge your gonna get lip cancer smoking those!'
share'Right, right. Somebody said 'alien' she thought they said 'illegal alien' and signed up!'
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'she's bad-ass, I mean big'
shareI hate that Bill Paxton died so young.
Hudson was such a memorable character.
We're getting our asses kicked here man!
'the sarge is gone, let's get the f*ck out of here!'
sharePrivate Hudson: They're coming outta the walls. They're coming outta the goddamn walls. Let's book!
Private Hudson: Hudson, sir. He's Hicks.
Private Hudson: [to Vasquez] He's comin' in. I feel safer already.
Private Hudson: Yeah right, man, Bishop should go.
Private Hudson: What do you mean *they* cut the power? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!
Private Hudson: We're on an express elevator to hell, going down!
Private Hudson: Hey, maybe you haven't been keeping up on current events, but we just got our asses kicked, pal!
Private Hudson: Seventeen *days*? Hey man, I don't wanna rain on your parade, but we're not gonna last seventeen hours! Those things are gonna come in here just like they did before. And they're gonna come in here...
Private Hudson: ...and they're gonna come in here AND THEY'RE GONNA GET US!
Ripley: Hudson! This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training.
[to Newt]
Ripley: Right?
[Newt apes a salute]
Private Hudson: Why don't you put her in charge?
Private Hudson: Oh dear Lord Jesus, this ain't happening, man... This can't be happening, man! This isn't happening!
Private Hudson: How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?
Private Hudson: Maybe we got 'em demoralized.
Private Hudson: Look, I'm telling ya, there's somethin' movin' and it ain't us! Tracker's off scale, man. They're all around us, man. Jesus!
Private Hudson: [frightened] We're all gonna die, man.
Private Hudson: [after the drop ship crash] Well, that's great. That's just fuckin' great, man! Now what the fuck are we supposed to do? We're in some real pretty shit now, man!
Private Hudson: That's it, man. Game over, man. Game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?
Private Hudson: Oh, that's beautiful, man. Oh man, that-that-that just beats it all.
Private Hudson: I don't believe this. I don't fucking *believe* this!
Private Hudson: Oh, man... and I was getting short. Four more weeks and out. Now I'm going to bite it on this rock. It ain't fair, man!
Private Hudson: How? The transmitter was on the APC. It's wasted.
Ripley: Well, I don't care how but we better think of something. We better think of a way.
Private Hudson: Think of what? We're *fucked*!
Corporal Hicks: [shouting over Hudson] Shut up!
Private Hudson: We're doomed!