Andromeda

Dylan: Nice toy. Mr Harper, I want one of those.

Tyr: (on Enga's Redoubt) I would have expected you sooner.
Dylan: And I would have expected your loyalty. Looks like we'll both be disappointed.

Tyr: Now go while I can still admire you.

Tyr: You are a beautiful man. A valiant man.

Harper: What did I ever do to you? Tyr: You made me laugh. Harper: No I didn't. Tyr: Yes, you did. Just not out loud. (He smiles) And I hope you have the chance to do it again.

Dylan: When we meet again, friends or enemies? Tyr: Dylan Hunt (puts his fist to his chest), live well. (Tyr leaves) Dylan: Live well, Tyr Anasazi.

Tyr: The Dragans there, on Enga's Redoubt are standing in the way of a better Nietzschean future. If I act now: if I strike at this moment, I can correct that.
Dylan: Maybe. But I'd be letting happen to the Dragans what happened to your pride: wiping them out because they're in the way.
Tyr: They are in the universe's way. Like every empire since the dawn of history, they've had their day.
Dylan: Well, that's not your decision to make.
Tyr: No, it's yours!

Trance: I am frightened, Tyr. I'm frightened for me, frightened that I will not succeed at what I need to do. But I'm also frightened for you--that you're going to do the wrong thing.

Trance: I feel that we are nearing the end.

Trance (to Tyr): There is an old story. Fate travels to a distant planet looking for a man. We do not know if it is good or bad, this Fate, but the man fears this Fate: his Fate. So the day before Fate arrives, he takes off for the planet Xinti. Fate arrives at the man's doorstep, and asks the man's family where he has gone. And the family replies that he has left for the planet Xinti. Fate says, 'Now I understand.' And the family looks at Fate without understanding; Fate simply says, 'Tomorrow, we have an appointment in Xinti.' Your Fate is waiting for you.
Tyr: On the Andromeda?
Trance: I don't know.

Beka: Why did you do it, Tyr? Why did you throw away three years of work. Three years of fighting for survival--of friendship? Tyr: Beka, I may have thrown away more in coming back here than I ever did in leaving. And there's just no time to explain that any further. Beka: Tyr, we may not get out of this. I think you owe me an explanation.

Tyr: I'll tell you a secret. I've lived with you. I've fought beside you... fought with you. I've often wished you were a Nietzschean.
Beka: What am I now? Nothing. They say it takes a minute to find something special in a person, an hour to appreciate them, and a day to love them. But it takes an entire life to forget them.
Tyr: Beka, I wish that I could explain...
Beka: Forget it, Tyr. Go fix the ship.