Andromeda

Rhade: Let me get this straight: Tetraglyphs say an unknown conduit is meant to unite an unknown symbiont to the Gol-Rashen, (Dylan nods) resulting in this entire planet being saved from eternal civil war? Dylan: Just goes to show you don't believe every tetraglyph you read.

Trance: Did you feel her anger? The intensity? Dylan: Right now--I'm feeling my own confusion, turning into my own anger.

Rhade: Vicious Killers? Ha! I've seen better fights from... purse snatchers!
Beka: Purse snatchers probably get better nutrition than these guys in their prison food. And incidentally, as a former purse snatcher, I resent that comment.
Rhade: You were a purse snatcher?
Beka: Well, actually, the term we preferred was 'active secondhand salvage removers'.

Rhade: Beka, you've got to finish with style. Beka: Style's not my style. (after they win the fight) That was too easy! Rhade: My kind of fight! It's more convenient when their spirits' already been broken. Beka: Don't you feel bad locking them back up in the stinkhole? Rhade: Sympathy for a derelict elite? It is pointless like indigestion. Beka: Indigestion isn't pointless--a circle is pointless. Rhade: Now you sound like Harper!