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!
Corporal Hicks:
[grabs him by the shirt]
Are you finished?
Newt:
I guess we're not gonna be leaving now, right?
Ripley:
I'm sorry, Newt.
Newt:
You don't have to be sorry. It wasn't your fault.
Private Hudson:
That's it, man. Game over, man. Game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?
Burke:
Maybe we can build a fire, sing a couple of songs, huh? Why don't we try that?
Newt:
We'd better get back 'cause it'll be dark soon and they mostly come at night. Mostly.
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