Andromeda

Tyr: Harper! I know you! I've watched you! You are an annoying little man, but there is fire in your blood! Are these your demons? Then it is time to face them, now!

Dylan: To hell with the odds. All that matters in life is that we try. Promise you'll try.

Dylan: Why'd it have to be Magog? I hate Magog.

Dylan: If things start to go wrong, I want you to leave me behind. Gather everyone together and get to the Maru as fast as you can. Beka: You want me to abandon you here? Dylan: These people are my responsibility. Beka: Yeah, and you're mine. When I agreed to help you, you and Rommie became part of my crew every bit as much as I became part of yours. I don't leave crewmembers behind. Ever. Dylan: Do you regret it... signing aboard with me? Beka: And risking my life? Battling Nietzscheans and Restors and Magog and half the lunatics in the galaxy? All for a cause that's been dead for over three hundred years. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

Rommie: What do you mean you don't recognize me, I'm YOU! Andromeda: You are a modified type three maintenance android fashioned to look like my A.I. persona. You are decidedly NOT me. Andromeda's Hologram: (about Rommie) It isn't responding to my instructions like the other androids. Andromeda: Whoever modified it must have given it the ability to override my direct control. Andomeda's Hologram: I will disassemble it. Perhaps it will give me information about the saboteurs. Rommie: Like hell, I will! (Rommie starts to leave) Andromeda: This section have been sealed. Rommie: Oh, really? (Rommie makes the door open) Andromeda's Hologram: Stop! Where are you going? Rommie: Find out what's wrong with me. Sometimes I can be a real PAIN IN THE ASS!

Harper: I don't suppose you have any ammo left?
Tyr: I've got one round.
Harper: One round is good, one round is good.
Tyr: Would you like to close your eyes? (Harper nods his head, breathing heavy, closing his eyes. Tyr points his gun at Harper's head)
Harper: Wai, wai, wai, wait! I was thinking, maybe they're not so tough, maybe maybe we can take them in hand to hand combat. (laughs) What do you think? Heh heh heh!
Tyr: That's my boy! (shoots Magog opening the door, then throws his gun at Magog pushing the door open) Now I've got none. Sir. (hands a knife to Harper) Now we dance, Master Harper.
Harper: You do care. (The fight begins. Harper, covered in Magog blood, struggles to speak) This was a real good idea.
Tyr: (with a Magog on his back screaming) Where there is life, there is hope! (He bites at a Magog's neck. Then he and Harper scream as they are overrun)