Andromeda

Beka (to Jonah): The only one I'm loyal to anymore is myself, and you're the one who'd have to regain my trust.

Rhade (to Dylan about freeing Trance from the cylinder): Make it fast. I don't want to die. At least not until tomorrow.

Dylan: You know, this seems like a bad deal because, apparently, I die either way. Jonah (talking about Beka): Not necessarily. Should she choose the missile, you will be evacuated with rest of us. Your life spared, though...the rest of it you'll both spend in chains. Dylan: Oh, I feel much better now.

Andromeda: The power she used to tesseract us all to where we are took away her substance. Dylan: Andromeda... Andromeda: I missed you too, Captain.

Dylan: Thanks Beka. See? Isn't teamwork a great thing?
Beka: Teamwork? Dylan? That's funny, that's what almost killed me. I had a lot of time to think that one over actually. Six months to be exact!
Dylan: That's right, blame me for everything that happened. You know, why didn't you just leave with your boyfriend?
Rhade: Hey, there's no functioning escape pods, what's the plan?
Beka: You know what I missed most while I was out there orbiting all alone without food or water, abandoned?!
Rhade: If we could have this conversation later...
Beka: The chance to tell you how damned disposable you made me feel, after everything I did.

Beka: Okay. This is it. Last request time. In case anyone finds this ship, just so you know, the pile of dust you're standing on is Beka Valentine. If the name, uh, Dylan Hunt rings a bell, I need you to give him a message for me. Tell him I spent my last six months drifting on the edge of this crazy system I couldn't I identify, or leave. 'Cause whatever zapped me here left me here. Anyway. I ran out of food about a week ago. And water, three days ago. And I'm just about to run out of fuel. So, if you see this Dylan Hunt character, you give him a big hug for me. And tell him 'thanks'.