Andrews: Let me see if I have this correct, Lieutenant - it's an 8-foot creature of some kind with acid for blood, and it arrived on your spaceship. It kills on sight, and is generally unpleasant. And of course, you expect me accept all this on your word. Ripley: No. I don't expect anything. Andrews: Quite a story, Mr Aaron. Aaron: Right sir, it's a beauty. Never heard anything quite like it, sir. Andrews: Expect not.|