Alien 31992

Dillon:
Give us strength, O' Lord, to endure. We recognize that we are poor sinners in the hands of an angry God. Let the circle be unbroken until the day. Amen. What the f*** is happening here? What the f*** is this bullshit that's coming down? We got a murder. We got a rape. We got brothers in trouble. I DON'T WANT NO MORE BULLSHIT AROUND HERE!! NOW WE'VE GOT PROBLEMS!! WE STAND TOGETHER!!

Andrews:
Yes. Thank you, Mr. Dillon. All right. Once again, this is rumor control. Here are the facts. At 0800 hours, prisoner Murphy, through carelessness on his part, was found dead in vent shaft 17. He seems to have been sucked into a ventilator fan. At about 2100 hours, prisoner Golic reappeared in a deranged state. Prisoners Boggs and Rains are missing. There seems to be a good chance that they have met with foul play at the hands of prisoner Golic. We need to organize and send out a search party; volunteers will be appreciated. I think it's fair to say that our smoothly running facility has suddenly developed a few problems. I can only hope we are all able to pull together over the next few days until the rescue team arrives for Lieutenant Ripley.

Ripley:
[runs into the room, out of breath and panicking] It's here! It got Clemens!

Andrews:
[loses his temper] Stop this raving at once! Stop it!

Ripley:
I'm telling you, it's here!

Andrews:
Aaron, get that foolish woman back to the infirmary!

[The alien reaches down from an overhead airduct and pulls Andrews into the airshaft as he screams]

Morse:
[holding a chair, after the panic subsides in shocked silence] ...F***!