Dixon Carter Lee Vs. The Gap Band

[Marxist]

I don't have any free time, but when I do, this is what I like to think about.

On The Possiblities of Nuclear War

http://www.mindermusic.com/html/images/_gap.jpg Funkily dropped "a bomb on me, baby."

http://www.freenetpages.co.uk/hp/lennybruce/pics/lenny2.jpg Scared like a little school girl of Craig Kilborn.

ADVANTAGE: GAP BAND


On Family Relations

http://www.mindermusic.com/html/images/_gap.jpg All three members were brothers--Charles, Ronnie, and Robert Wilson.

http://www.freenetpages.co.uk/hp/lennybruce/pics/lenny2.jpg Once had a cocaine and pastrami-fueled threesome with 70's rock icons Ann and Nancy Wilson.

ADVANTAGE: DIXON



Someone please, break the tie.

 

[Dixon Carter Lee]

Seriously. Model airplanes. Write a novel. Do some damn thing.

 

[perks]

Seriously. Model airplanes. Write a novel. Do some damn thing.

he's amusing me. It's his talent.

thank you, Carlton.

 

[Rubyfruit]

I could be your new hobby, Marxist.

 

[Private Vasquez]

Outstanding...dude you knock me out.
Exciting...makes me wanna shout.

 

[Dixon Carter Lee]

Can I take on the Cowsills instead?

 

[Marxist]

The Tie-Breaker

On Nicknames


http://www.mindermusic.com/html/images/_gap.jpg Charles is called "Uncle Charlie" by friends and fans.

http://www.freenetpages.co.uk/hp/lennybruce/pics/lenny2.jpg Dixon is known as "The Big Ragoo" to fans of Nick At Nite.

ADVANTAGE AND WINNER: DIXON

 

[Marxist]

Outstanding...dude you knock me out.
Exciting...makes me wanna shout.

You're pretty funny for a marine.

 

[Private Vasquez]

I'm a private of the non-military sort.

 

[Marxist]

I'm a private of the non-military sort.

I'm not really sure what that means. Does this involve petroleum products?

 

[Private Vasquez]

I hope not.

No marine here.

 

[Marxist]

PRIVATE VASQUEZ

http://cse.unl.edu/~jraises/aliens/jpg/a2/vas01.jpg

"Look man! I only need to know one thing -- where they are."

Like her counterpart Drake, Vasquez is as quick and viscous. She is younger than the rest and her combat-primer was the street in a Los Angeles barrio. She is tough even by the standards of this group. Hard-muscled. Eyes cunning and mean. Thrown into the Marines from juvenile prison, she has now become a well experience combat machine. Vasquez enjoys the Marines for what she does, and loves the heat of the battle. Drake and Vasquez share a unique bond between them, exchanging a power grip after a rough yet playful conversation.

An operator of the formable smart-gun, Vasquez he ready it get the battle raging. On the drop ship down to the planet, she realizes what a fool Gorman is having only 2 combat missions -- including this one. Sleek and deadly, Vas moves with instinctual moves throughout the aliens hive along with the rest of the marines. Of course when ordered to use "flame units only", Vas turns hers over reluctantly. When Apone moves on, Vasquez slips a spare unit from concealment and inserts it in her weapon. She then slaps Drake one and continuos on into the hive. Once things start to fall apart, Vasquez right on top of everything. She nods to Drake with grim satisfaction. "LET'S ROCK!"

They both open up simultaneously, lighting up the smoke like welders' arcs. Vas is riveted to the targeting screen, moving ferret-quick in a pivoting dance. Thunder and lightning. Better than sex for her. Laying down a horrendous field of fire, strobe-bright flashes sear the darkness. She pivots, firing mechanically in controlled bursts. Scoring points in her own private video game. Drake and Vas back out of the dense mist, firing as they fall back. Drake goes empty, slams the buckles cutting loose his smart-gun harness, and unslings a flame thrower. Hicks drags her inside the APC, massive gear and all. She sees a dark shape lunge toward drake. She fires one burst, prone. Clean body hit. The flash lights up the hideous inhuman grin, blowing open the thing's thorax. A spray of bright yellow acid slashes across Drake's face and chest, eating into him like a hot knife through butter. he drops in boiling smoke, reflexively triggering his flame thrower. The jet of liquid fire arcs around as he falls, engulfing the back half of the APC. Vasquez rolls aside as a gout of napalm shoots through the crew-door, setting the interior on fire. Vasquez lunges, clawing out the opening. Hicks stops her, dragging her inside.



"Drake! He's down!" --Vasquez
"He's gone! Forget it, he's gone!" --Hicks
"No .. No, he's not. He's .." --Vasquez
After the battle, Vas is on the verge of killing Gorman for his incompetence. After things go even worse with the crash of the drop-ship, they all head to operations. The plans are made and preparations for holding off the aliens begin. Vasquez and Hudson set up the sentry guns and weld doors shut. Losing Drake ripped Vas apart, giving her an even better reason to destroy the aliens. The power is cut by the creatures and she head out scanning the perimeter.

"..It's inside the complex" --Hudson
"You're just reading me" --Vasquez
"No. No! It ain't you. They're inside. Inside the perimeter. They're in here." --Hudson
"Hudson, stay cool. Vasquez?" --Ripley
"Hudson may be right" --Vasquez
After backing quickly away, Vas is heedlessly showering herself with molten metal as she welds the door shut. Working like a demon. The aliens close in and come out the ceiling. The battle for the last stand begins. Vasquez fires grenades across the room, destroying aliens all over the place. Burke once again betrays the group and they are forced to run down an air duct with the aid of Newt. Vas seals off the final door and hold the aliens back, firing with rage and fury. When fleeing down the tunnel, a warrior screeches down from a vertical shaft, right above her. She fires with incredible rapidity ... BAM! BAM! BAM! rolls aside. It lands on her legs and she fires again, emptying the pistol, kicking the thrashing shape away. Acid cuts through her chickenplate armor, searing into her thigh. She cries out, gritting her teeth against the white-hot pain. Gorman sees Vasquez hit, unable to move. He crawls back to her, grabs her battle harness and starts dragging her towards safety. The approaching aliens are too many. Gorman pulls out a grenade and Vas seizes his hand is a deadly grip, recognized as the "power greeting" she shared with Drake. The grenade blows up and the blast pushes Newt into the wrong shaft.




OTHER NOTES:
Played by Jeanette Goldstein
"El Riesgo Siempre Vive." is written on Vasquez's chest plate armor. In Spanish, this literally means "the risk lives forever", and figuratively means (it's a saying) that taking risks is necessary to survive.
"Adios" is painted on Vasquez's smart gun.
"Loco" is written on the back of Vasquez's shirt. [from STARLOG #115, Feb.1987]
". . .It was [Jeanette] Goldstein's (Vasquez) outside that needed an overhaul, largely because blue eyes and Huck Finn-style freckles didn't quite fit the job description. 'The makeup took an HOUR,' she sighs. 'The makeup woman said I had the most ornery freckles she had ever seen.' ...They also gave her dark contact lenses, and rather unceremoniously, whacked off most of her waist-length hair." [from STARLOG #115, Feb.1987]
The smart guns used by Drake and Vasquez are mounted on them via set of hydraulic arms. These arms take most of the load of the guns and keep them stable. Virtually the same technology is used by camera men on outside broadcasts, where they are used to keep the cameras steady. The hydraulics absorb most of the energy created by a camera man running down the road leaving a very steady picture.
"She thought they said 'illegal aliens' and signed up..." - Hudson This quote (directed towards Vasquez) was an "inside joke" to the actors of the movie. (quoted without permission from an interview with Jeanette Goldstein [Vasquez] that appeared in STARLOG magazine) ''...she answered an ad for a film role in the local trades. It read simply, "Genuine American actors, British Equity, for feature film, ALIENS, 20th Century Fox," she relates, over lunch near the old homestead in Beverly Hills. "I had seen ALIEN, but I had NO idea this was a sequel. It had been so long ago, it didn't even occur to me. "I thought it was about actual aliens, you know, immigrants to a country. I was wondering why they wanted Americans. I figured the movie was about lots of different immigrants to England." Since she didn't have an agent at the time, she answered the ad on her own, with rather surprising results. "I actually came in wearing high heels and lots of makeup, and I had waist-length hair," she says. Other auditioners, who had advance notice from THEIR agents, were decked out in military fatigues --- Goldstein's first inkling she would be reading for the role of a marine...''
Goldstein : "'It's never mentioned in the film, but in the characters' background, she and Drake are recruited from juvenile prison, where they're under life sentences. 'Therefore, they were different from the others, who were on a time limit. Hudson was supposed to get out of the marines in four weeks, which is what made him flip.' That also explains the back of Hudson's vest, tailored by actor Bill Paxton to read, 'Contents under pressure. Do not puncture.'" [from STARLOG #115, Feb.1987]

 

[Private Vasquez]

We're in some pretty shit now, man.

And no, I've never been mistaken for a man.

 

[RawHumor]

More quotes from Aliens (Hudson's my hero!):

Hudson: Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?
Vasquez: No, have you?


[Gorman has just run out of ammo, and it is clear they will now both die]
Vasquez: You always were an asshole, Gorman.


Vasquez: Hey, mira. Who's Snow White?
Ferro: She's supposed to be some kind of consultant. Apparently she saw an alien once.
Hudson: Well whoopee-fuckin'-do, hey, I'm impressed.


Vasquez: Anytime, anywhere, man!
Hudson: Right, right. Somebody said "alien" she thought they said "illegal alien" and signed up!
Vasquez: Fuck you, man!
Hudson: Anytime, anywhere.


Burke: Look, this is an emotional moment for all of us, okay? I know that. But let's not... Let's not make snap judgments, please. This is clearly an important species we're dealing with and I don't think that you or I, or anybody, has the right to arbitrarily exterminate them!
Ripley: Wrong!
Vasquez: Yeah. Watch us.


Vasquez: Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast!

 

[Hamletmaschine]

Can I take on the Cowsills instead?

"Ooooh, at Indian Lake you'll be able to make the way the Indians do. . . ."