Andromeda

Stark (to Harper): You are the wheat my son, and you (to Rhade), you are the chaff, and the chaff must be separated from the wheat.

Harper: Rhade--how are you doing?
Rhade: You saved my life--thank you.
Harper: Thank ME? NO, no, no, no, no--thank YOU! You gave yourself up for me and the Maru to a bunch of racist freaks--I owe you.

Dylan: Rhade, you look bad.
Rhade: I'll feel better when I bury my bone blades in the Patriarch's neck.
Dylan: Careful- don't let anger cloud your judgment... but, in this case, it's good to have goals.

Harper: You got treated like crap down there and I didn't even stop to notice--I'm no better than the Patriarch. Rhade: Yes you are, Harper. You thought what you were doing was right--for the betterment of humanity. Harper: Yeah--so did the Patriarch. Rhade: Hmmmm...good intentions. The devil doesn't tempt us with measly offerings. He knows what we want most--what you wanted most. Harper: You believe in the devil? Rhade: He's in every one of us, right here (points to own temple), aching to get out, but this (pointing to Harper's heart) is what you have to listen to--understood? Harper: You're pretty enlightened for a...you know what? I'm never gonna make another Nietzschean joke again! Rhade: Yes you will.

Templar: A Nietzschean protecting a human! Too bad you can't tell a loser situation when you see one. Rhade: A loser situation? I only see a loser. Harper: Ha!

Rhade: Well, hopefully Beka fared better. Who would steal worthless rocks from so many planets?
Harper: Worthless? Do you know how many billion things cobalt and nickel can be used for? I think you have rocks in your head.
Rhade: Why don't I headbutt you so you can be certain?
Harper: Oh, I'm certain all right. In fact, in heavy gravity worlds, does your head get sucked down first?
Rhade: Insulting a Nietzschean is not healthy for a human's health, especially one so itsy bitsy.

Trance: His actions lead him to this destiny. Beka: Or I got a little carried away. Trance: A little.

Rhade (to Harper): Tiny. Get me a position on this courier ship. Harper: Courier ship? I don't see one, Fat-Head.