Andromeda

Beka: It's my mission, my head. I volunteer. Duran: So do I. Beka: Ah, geez, catfight.

Dylan: OK. That... happened.

Beka: (talking about Duran and Fletcher) You think they really killed those people?
Dylan: No. No, they're bad, but they're not butchers, just... very strange lovers.
Beka: Yeah. He's totally controlling and she's this sexy, shoot from the hip kinda gal. What could they possibly have in common?
Dylan: Well, Harper always says that opposites attract.
Beka: (laughs) That's just his excuse to meet women. Everyone is the opposite of Harper.
Dylan: That's true.

Beka: Right. I say we forget the Rock of Refuge. It's badly named.

Beka: (arriving at the rock of refuge) The remains of Dr. Tabascalli's expedition. (shot of a dead body) Trance: Emphasis on remains.

Dylan: Are we there yet? Beka: No!

Dylan: And no one ever heard of him since? Beka: Nope. He never came back. Dylan: But, you... have a different plan. Beka: My plan is to come back. Dylan: It's a good plan. Good plan.

Beka: (randomly pushing buttons on the door) Eeny meeny miney mo. Save our asses, now let's go!

(After fight scene ends)
Dylan: I...uh, I don't know what's going on, but this sure beats fire and swords.

(During a fight scene)
Dylan: Couldn't we just settle this with a nice game of Go?

Flux: So now we must submit to the contest of Fire and Pain.
Dylan: (looks back at Beka) Is that anything like spin the bottle? (Beka shakes her head no)
Flux: The winner will be crowned by destiny to take the Engine of Creation.

Beka: And now it's time to deliver to the righteous. (smiling, she inserts the key into wall. A panel in the wall slides up, but there's nothing on the pedestal) I don't believe it! (powder from where they removed the key starts to fall in some water behind them)
Trance: We must not be righteous enough.
Beka: Or Fletcher's people got here first.
Dylan: What's that smell? Almonds. (they turn around to see smoke rising from the water)
Beka: I think I opened more than the panel.
Trance: It's cyanide.
Dylan: That stuff's not good for you.
Beka: (flustered, she consults her pad) Cyanide this says nothing about cyanide!
Dylan: Well, we better make something up.
Beka: I got nothing.
Dylan: (pulling at door, grunting) Uh, alright.
Trance: Pull the key, pull the key.
Dylan: All right. (Beka removes the key from the slot)
Dylan: Mmmm, oh.
Trance: The simplest solution is usually right, right?
Dylan: Uh huh.

Trance: Where are you going?
Flux: Madame, I don't see why that's any of your business.
Trance: Everything is my business.
Flux: Well, if you must know I am following orders. My employers have demanded that I steal your boss' force lance.
Trance: Well, I'm sorry to tell you but you failed, because if you had you'd be lying unconcious on the floor of our camp right now from the security charge.
Flux: Would I? (he shows Trance the stolen force lance, and Trance hits him in the stomach)
Trance: Sorry.
Flux: But if I don't return with that force lance, Sir's gonna kill me.
Trance: Yes and if you try to get it, I will kill you.
Flux: Isn't this a sticky wicket? Rock, meet hard place.
Trance: Trust me, it's not that sticky. If Sir still wants the engine he needs three people, remember.
Flux: Oh, bully! So he won't kill me and you won't.
Trance: Provided you tell me how you got here.

Beka: So, uh counting to three- that tells them when to shoot?
Dylan: That's why I have this. (lifts his force lance)