ASH: You idiots. You still don't realize what you're dealing with. The Alien is a perfect organism. Superbly structured, cunning, quintessentially violent. With you're limited capabilities you have no chance against it.

LAMBERT: My God. You admire it.

ASH: How can you not admire the simple symetry it presents. An intergalactic parasite, from time immemorial, capable of laying dormant for infinite periods. It's sole purpose to destroy other species merely to recreate itself, for life an anti-life.

PARKER: I've heard enough of this s**t.

RIPLEY: We built you. You're supposed to be part of our survival equipment.

ASH: You gave me intelligence. With intellect comes the inevitability of choice. I have had the rare honour of witnessing one of those moments when a mojor evolutionary step is taken. Two highly successful species in imediate competition for resources and survival. I am loyal only to discovering the truth. A scientific true demands beauty, harmony and above all simplicity. The problem between you and the Alien will produce a simple and elegant solution. Only one of you will survive.

PARKER: I say pull the plug.

LAMBERT: I agree.

ASH: A last word, a legacy if you will. Maybe it's intelligent. Maybe you should try to communicate with it.

RIPLEY: Did you.

ASH: Please let my grave hold some secrets.

RIPLEY: Good-bye Ash.

(Wersja z 4 października 1978 roku.)

Przepalają mi się styki, gdy myślę o tematach poruszonych w tym dialogu. Za dużo by pisać... Niech każdy sobie lepiej po cichu przemyśli i zastanowi się co podziwia, jakie rozwiązania preferuje etc.