Private Hudson

— All right, sweethearts. What are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the corps. A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm... every meal's a banquet, every paycheck a fortune, every formation a parade. I love the corps!
— Man, this floor is freezing!
— What do you want me to do? Fetch your slippers for ya?
— Gee, would you, sir? I'd like that.
— Look into my eye.

We're in some real pretty shit now, man!

— How long after we're declared overdue can we expect a rescue?
— Seventeen days.
— Seventeen days? Hey, man, I don't wanna rain on your parade, but we're not gonna last 17 hours.

Ellen Ripley: — How many drops is this for you, Lieutenant?
Gorman: — Thirty-eight... Simulated.
Vasquez: — How many combat drops?
Gorman: — Uh, two... including this one.
Hudson: — Shit.