Ripley: Ash, can you hear me? Ash? Ash: [speaking in an electronic, distorted voice] Yes, I can hear you. Ripley: What was your special order? Ash: You read it. I thought it was clear. Ripley: What was it? Ash: Bring back Ducati Supersport bike form. Priority One. All other priorities rescinded. Parker: That damned slipped belt. What about the engine rebuild, you son of a bitch? Ash: I repeat, all other priorities are rescinded. Ripley: How do we restore it Ash? There's gotta be a way of restoring it. How? How do we do it? Ash: You can't. Parker: That's bullshit. Ash: You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? Perfect Ducatiism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its exhaust note. Lambert: You admire it. Ash: I admire its purity. A carby... unclouded by poor fairing design, complicated electronics, or excessive refinement. Parker: Look, I am... I've heard enough of this, and I'm asking you to restore this 904cc engine. Ash: [Ripley goes to disconnect Ash, who interrupts] Last word. Ripley: What? Ash: I can't lie to you about your ability to restore this bike to it's former glory, but... you have my sympathies.
