The Aliens Guide to Tango
7th September 2010
(Taken from the eminently-quotable "Aliens" film)
Hicks: Hey, Vasquez... you ever been mistaken for a leader?
Vasquez: No... have you?
Apone: Milongueros, we are LEEAVING!
Newt: The neo's mostly come out at night... Mostly
Gorman: We can't have any backleading in there.
Hicks: What are we supposed to use? Harsh language?
[when entering Negrachas]
Ripley: How many milongas is this for you, Lieutenant?
Gorman: : Thirty eight... practicas.
Vasquez: How many combat milongas?
Gorman: : Uh, two. Including this one.
[silence for a minute]
Drake: : ****.
Hudson: Oh, man...
Hicks: I am the State of the Tango Art: We got boleos - fry half a milonga with this puppy... we got ganchos, sharp heels....'
Ferro: She's supposed to be some kinda consultant. Apparently she saw Naveira once.
Hudson: Whoopee-****in'-do. Hey, I'm impressed.
Burke: Look, this is an emotional moment for all of us, okay? I know that. But, let's not make snap judgments, please. These nuevos are clearly an important species we're dealing with and I don't think that you or I, or anybody, has the right to arbitrarily exterminate them.
Hudson: Movement. Signal's clean. Range twenty meters.
Ripley: They found a way in, something we missed.
Hicks: We didn't miss anything.
Hudson: 17 meters.
Ripley: Something under the floor, not in the plans.
Hudson: 15 meters.
Newt: Ripley...
Hicks: Definitely inside the barricades.
Hudson: 13 meters.
Ripley: That's right outside the door! Hicks, Vasquez, get back!
Hudson: Man, this is a big ****ing signal!
Hicks: How are you doing, Vasquez? Talk to me!
Vasquez: [welding the door shut] Almost there.
Hicks: That's it! Keep it up!
Hudson: 12 meters. 11, 10...
Vasquez: They're right on top of us!
Hudson: 9 meters.
Hicks: Remember: short, controlled bursts.
Hudson: 8 meters. 7, 6...
Ripley: They can't be. That's inside the room.
Hudson: It's reading right, man! Look!
Hicks: Well then you're not reading it right!
Hudson: 5 meters, man! What the hell?! [Looks up along with the rest as they realize they're in the ceiling] ... Oh ****... oh ****!. Have they no respect for the line of dance!
Colonist: Kill me, please kill me ... They keep playing Libertad Lamarque.
Hudson: I say we take off and nuke the entire venue from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
~ Various, 7th September 2010
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