Andromeda

Trance: He's Captain Dylan Hunt, restorer of the Systems Commonwealth, a modern-day Sani nax Rifati. Don't they know he doesn't commit murder? Beka: Or, if he does, it's usually for a very good reason.

Harper: Now we can add 'escaped cons' to the 'Galaxy's Most Wanted Gangs' list.
Dylan: Well, at least we've got people talking about us.

Harper: Does this mean I get to order Rommie around? Dylan: You can try.

Dylan: Sorry about the mess... Put it on Zeus' tab.

Harper: They also serve who stand and wait.

Abelard: Does this have to be dressed up in such high drama? No wonder the theatre's dead! Harper: You haven't met Tyr.

Harper: Oh, yeah, the universe is so unkind to scumbags.

Harper: I can feel the wind in my hair and the splatter of bugs on my teeth now!

Rommie: The Commonwealth is still hailing us, and they're mad. They say this is the last warning!
Tyr: That's what they said four 'last warnings' ago.
Beka: They're waiting for authorization. God bless bureaucracy.

Dylan: The Commonwealth security force will be here in three days, so we got that much time to escape and clear our names. Harper: Your name. Dylan: You're in this too pal. Harper: We couldn't be in a more escape-proof box. All we can hope for is Divine intervention. (Cell door opens) Jailer: Go. Clear your names, you've got three days