Andromeda

Tyr: It's like scanning mud.
Rommie: No, it's not. Mud I can see through, gamma radiation I can't.

Tyr: Unfortunately, I don't always share the little professor's unswerving confidence in his own engineering ability.

Harper: We played hide and go teleport with one of Trance's fish in hydroponics. Beka: And? Trance: Tuna tartare.

(when Tyr decides to get into a space suit, leave Andromeda and grab Dylan from the edge of a black hole)
Beka: Are you nuts? You'll both be sucked into the black hole!
Tyr: That's what the cable's for.
Beka: If you're doing all this to impress chicks Tyr... (kisses his helmet where his mouth is) ...I'm impressed.
(she walks away, leaving a stunned Tyr)

Beka: Tyr, you don't have to come. I know how hard it is for you to beat that Nietzschean self-preservation gene.
Tyr: You know that 'Nietzschean self-preservation gene', as you call it, can't be passed down unless a breeding partner makes herself available. Proving one's worth as a husband and father requires taking risks.
Beka: So, all these dangerous macho things you do... it's to impress the chicks?