Andromeda

Beka: If Dylan still is alive, you just know he's out there doing everything he can to save us and that planet. Tyr: Your point? Beka: My point is we should be doing everything we can to kill the Cetus, not just save our butts. Tyr: Dylan expects us to save our butts. Beka: And sacrifice Savion? Tyr: If it means surviving to one day save many Savions, yes. We're no good to the universe dead. Beka: And we're no good to the universe if we're too afraid to risk our lives to do the right thing. To help worlds that need help. When the Magog attacked this ship I promised Dylan that even if he died, I would continue his mission. Tyr: Then by all means continue it. (pause) But I will not die because of your misguided sentiment to memorialize a man who is not dead.

Harper (to Rommie): Sorry, you're gonna live, honey. Those are my orders.

Trance: Are we still thinking outside of the box? Dylan: Oh, Trance. Right now we're so far outside of the box, we can't even see the box.

Beka (about Andromeda): She's an impressive ship. Tyr: She's a survivor. Beka: Just like Dylan. I just know he's out there trying to save us. Or maybe not. The stellar position monitor just stopped. Which means the Cetus just stopped. Oh my god, it's trying to digest us. Tyr: It's trying to digest us? Beka: Dylan wanted to save Savion, right? I mean it's the only reason we're in this armpit corner of the universe. (pause) If the Cetus ate Andromeda, I mean even though we're tiny compared to a planet, we'd have more then enough rich matter to satisfy its appetite. Which means that Dylan could save Savion (pause) by doing absolutely nothing. Tyr: Dylan will make best efforts to save the planet and the Andromeda. Beka: Really? And you're so sure because...? Tyr: I trust Dylan to be Dylan. (Cuts to Dylan and Trance in the Maru.) Trance: So, the bomb kills the Cetus and let's the Andromeda go free, and we save the planet and the Andromeda.

Rommie: Harper? Harper: Andromeda? Rommie: Better, it's Rommie, I'm borrowing a hologram. Harper: And you wear it so well sweetheart. Rommie: Oxygen deprived and still full of attitude. Harper: I'm not deprived, I'm depraved. And back at ya baby. Rommie: So, have you found a way to fix me. Harper: No. But on the bright side, we aren't Cetus crap yet. Judging from the friendly stomach acid, that's only because it's still trying to eat it's way through your bullring mesh exterior. Rommie: Well, you've always said I have a thick skin. Harper: Yeah, well, it's only a matter of time before it cracks your crunchy shell and eats its way in to the centre of your chewy goodness. Rommie: How much time Harper? Harper: My guess? About an hour. Tops. Rommie: Find a way to kill the Cetus. Harper: Don't worry Rommie, I won't let it hurt you.

Beka (to Tyr): Target its vulnerable spots. (To Rommie) It does have vulnerable spots, right?
Rommie: Beats me.
Harper: 'Beats me'? Huh. Two words I never expected to hear from a warship with a brain your
Beka: All right, let's just throw what we got and see where it sticks.

Tyr: So. Are we finished playing 'What Would Dylan Do?'

(After killing the Cetus) Dylan: YES! We did it! Trance: We did. You could even say we had our cake outside of the box and ate it too. Dylan: You could say that, yes.

Beka: (when Harper tries to get her to dance with him) Friends don't let friends drive and polka.

(after receiving a reflected message- the one he sent to the Andromeda from the Maru) Dylan: Remind me to stop sending messages to myself.

Rommie (about Harper's music): As I war ship, I am not optimally programmed for aesthetic distinctions. However, I'd have to say this music is not my taste.
Tyr: All right, why is this music on?
Harper: My fault. Because I can't play it when Dylan's here, which is always. He hates it.
Tyr: Then I'm torn between clapping my hands to applaud Dylan's good taste and clapping my hands over both your ears to simulate the pain you cause me.

Beka: (to Tyr) Hey, stoic one, we're alive. Dance with me.

Dylan: You know, for something that's supposed to be a myth, the Cetus did a hell of a lot of damage.
Beka: Yeah, well, you should see the other guy.
Dylan: Yeah, well, I know about that. Ejecting the slipstream drive, that was risky. And it's exactly what I would have done.
Tyr: We know, your willingness to defy the universal odds is a disease that we have apparently all contracted.
Dylan: Well, yeah. (laughing) I have to think that's a good thing, because somehow we keep winning.

Dylan: I call it my 'eat your cake and have it, too' plan.
Trance: Umm isn't it 'have your cake and eat it, too'?
Dylan: Trance, we're working on a bomb that could destroy a small planet, and you're quibbling over semantics. Anyone can have their cake, and then eat it, but the real trick is eating your cake and still having it.
Trance: I see.
Dylan: It's a common mistake.
Trance: You're gonna have to fly pretty close to the Cetus if you're going to launch those bombs into it. What if we end up killing ourselves?
Dylan: Well, then we'll be going out with a bang.

Trance: According to this data, their civilization still uses digital clocks and combustion engines.
Dylan: Their technology's archaic; Savion's a clean slate.
Trance: With a lot of potential. They might even become an important part of the universe.
Dylan: You say that like you know.
Trance: I know when some things are worth saving.

Tyr: And why is our hero responding to some minor planets irrational panic over some mythical creature when there are more real threats in known space. Harper: I know we may as well as be hunting for Big Hand. Rommie: Big Foot. Harper: Whatever. Tyr: Or the dreaded snarkasaurus of Qualis 4. Beka: Come on guys, after two years, you should know that this is what Dylan does: he helps worlds that can't necessarily return the favor. Tyr: Very well. Let him pursue their myths. I'll consider this a much needed rest from the real threat. Like your music.

Harper: Rerouting the anti-matter, to the main thrusters, which, when powered up, will send the Cetus into Heartburn Hell and us into Chunky Hurl Heaven.

Harper: He didn't die, Rommie. Rommie: My sensors say... Harper: Right now your sensors say a lot of things, but they're blinded, and confused, like a lot of my dates.

Beka: You don't really believe that Dylan is still alive, do you? You just said that so I'd think we'd still be safe after we got free.
Tyr: Beka, I once told Dylan that this mission of his was nothing but an excuse to reshape the universe according to his own will. (shaking Beka) IT IS! (Beka looks him in the eyes) In these two years--and for reasons I'm sure I can't even understand--some significant part of me has grown to prefer that shape. I do believe Dylan's alive.
Beka: Convince me. If you really think that Dylan is still out there trying to save us, eject the Slipstream drive. Kill that thing, before Dylan dies trying to kill it for us. You want to reshape the universe, or not?

Tyr: In so much as in the next little while I imagine this creature will convert us all to energy, I would expect you to take a greater interest in restoring the ships power. Beka: I just never thought he could die. Tyr: I don't think he's dead. Beka: Really? Well because that's interesting because the ship's sensors, or at least what's left of them, say he is dead. That explosion equaled the size of the Maru's fuel capacity. Tyr: Hmm, machine logic. I don't believe he's dead. Beka: When did you find the faith? Tyr: I have faith in nothing but this, when the universe collapses and dies there will be three survivors, Tyr Anasazi, the cockroaches, and Dylan Hunt trying to save the cockroaches.