Final report of the commercial starship Nostromo. Third officer reporting. The other members of the crew, Kane, Lambert, Parker, Brett... Ash... and Captain Dallas are dead. Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the Network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo... signing off.
Your ass is already on the line. The question is, what are you gonna do about it?
[To Ripley, after she recovers and asks sarcastically if she should walk around nude] Given the nature of our indigenous population, I would suggest clothes. None of them have seen a woman in years. (to himself) Neither have I, for that matter.