Ripley and Newt

This is why you don’t piss off those mothers that are always in a GODDAMN ASS-AFLAME HURRY at the supermarket. Even with a vehemently-clinging barnacle child on their thorax, they shall smite your groin with ACTUAL BULLETS. “I have frozen foodstuffs, asshole! FROZEN! Thus, their integrity shall be compromised as you flail with your quarters for that copy of Humunga-Jugs monthly. UP WITH THIS I SHALL NOT PUT!”