Andromeda

Gerentex: (referring to the Nova bombs Dylan's just used) 40! God, they're insane!!

Rev: Another of the Universe's little jokes....at our expense.

Harper: The ship! She's alive! And she is ticked off!

Harper: Mind if I ask you a question?
Hologram Andromeda: No.
Harper: When Trance got shot, how did you fix her?
Hologram Andromeda: I don't know. She didn't show any vital signs, so I brought her down here and monitored her, and then...she got better.
Harper: That's our Trance.
Hologram Andromeda: She's done this kind of thing before?
Harper: The whole coming back from the dead thing? No, that's a new one. But, uh, let's just say it's not out of character.

Hologram Andromeda: That should sterilize the protozoa. Apply this three times a day for a week and you'll recover.
Harper: Just out of curiosity, what would've happened if you hadn't treated this? Would it have, uh, left a scar?
Hologram Andromeda: No. It would've eaten every inch of your skin away until it was gone. And then it would have started on your muscles, organs, eyes, and brain. You'd have lived about five more weeks, and then all that would've been left are bleached bones.
Harper: Three times a day for a week.
Hologram Andromeda: Don't miss any spots.

Harper: OK, I say we kill 'em.
Rev: Gerentex?
Harper: Who do you think? I can rig up an explosive using your shock wand.
Rev: Violence begets violence.
Harper: Yeah, well, I say it's time we started begetting.
Beka: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold it. Even if we could take out Gerentex, and I have my doubts about that, what do we do about his posse?
Harper: Well, I was thinking a REALLY big bomb.
Rev: Harper, I advise you. Consider carefully this path that you would choose. The place to which it leads is very dark. If you murder Tyr and the other mercenaries, you'll be no better than Gerentex.
Harper: Of course I will. He'll be dead.

Tyr: You're working too slowly. The longer we stay in one place, the more likely we are to face a counter-attack.
Harper: Look, I appreciate paranoia, but if I don't get this right, we lose the entire ship.
Rev: (Rising and moving toward Tyr threateningly) What my young friend is saying is give us some space.
Tyr: (aiming his gun at Rev) Did I ask your opinion?
Rev: The universe does not always provide what you ask for. The universe provides what you need.
Harper: Hey, if you guys are gonna kill each other, go ahead and be my guest, but don't get any blood on my gear, okay?
Tyr: Don't test me, Magog.