Andromeda

Able: Before you indict Beka, I should tell you that although I've made a career out of remodeling the truth into convenient shapes while taking possession of commodities legally belonging to others...
Tyr: (interrupting) Nietzscheans call those 'liars' and 'thieves'.

(Beka and Able walk out of command)
Harper: Well, that sucks. I guess that's why they say space is a vacuum.
Rommie: No. They say space is a vacuum... (Tyr joins in) ...because space is a vacuum.

Harper: We're in big trouble boss, with the capital word SCREWED!

Harper: A world of polygraphs? I get paranoid just thinking about it!

Harper: Did you know your name is Greek for Harp? Well no-one plays the Harp better than the Harper.

Andromeda (interrupting Harper being alone with Lyra): Harper? Harper: Yes, oh Glorious-Creation-Of-Mine-With-The-World's-Crappiest-Timing?

Harper: Wait a minute...that can't be right. But then, that would mean that I, Boy Genius, am wrong. Lyra: Sorry for interrupting. Are you really a genius? Harper: Yes.

Beka: How about being my friend and showing a little faith in my judgement. Trance: Even if I think you're making a big mistake and we're all going to have to pay that price right along with you? Beka: Maybe that's what loyalty is.

Beka: Able's an old friend, he may be all I have left of the good old days. Trance: Let's talk about what happened last time we encountered someone from the good old days. Beka: Let's not.

Able: More importantly, I'm free to love Beka Valentine. (Beka smiles, then punches Able in the nose, knocking him down) Harper: Ah, don't take it personally, pal, it's how she loves everyone. Now usually at this point I beg for mercy, but if I were you, I'd run like hell. Dylan: Mr. Harper, I think you and I should run like hell. (Dylan and Harper run away from Beka)

Beka: I think I'm in love with Able. I just never imagined he'd feel the same way. Tyr: Then your imagination hasn't done you justice.

Able: I see you've learned a lot from Captain Hunt. Beka: Unfortunately, he can't seem to teach me anything in the area I'm weakest. (points a gun at Able) What the HELL are you?

Beka: He acts just like him. He smells just like him.
Harper: Oh yeah? What else does he do just like him?
Beka: (giving him an evil stare) No one appreciates your level of genius more than I do, Harper, but you just made a mistake.

Harper: The point is, you would do anything to protect a friend. So would I, even if it's from herself.

Able: Please tell me that you've always looked at me as a friend, and not a father figure, right? 'Cause that would make this wrong on so many levels.

Able: You must be the engineer. Harper: Why? Because I'm the short guy with the sense of humour? The wry wit? 'Cause I'm so freaking amiable with the careless demeanor, is that it? Able: Well. And the tools. Harper: Oh...Right.

Beka: I made a promise to keep him safe. That promise is as good as if I made it to any one of you.