Andromeda

Tyr: Well, we might let God sort them out, but someone told me he was dead. (laughs) Dylan: That Nietzsche, what a comedian!

Tyr: You're right. This might have been easier had we been able to follow your plan. Dylan: Damn! That was almost an apology! Tyr: It was nothing of the sort.

Parvati Quechua: You're not so bad, as far as kludges go. I have to admit, I like you, I really do.
Beka: Enough not to kill me?
Quechua: Well, no, but I promise to feel bad about it after.

Harper: On my mark- attack pattern 'Last Act of Freakin' Defiance!'

Beka: The Eureka Maru, proudly saving your ass since AFC 291.

Eureka Maru Computer: Warning, specified proximity exceeds safety margin.
Beka: Override safety protocols, authorization code: 'Shut up and do what I tell you!'
Eureka Maru: Authorization accepted.

Dylan: I can't see them, but sensors insist there's a squad down there. Tyr: We've got two options: One, a frontal assault. Dylan: And two? Tyr: Sprout wings, make ourselves invisible with a pocket full of pixie dust and fly inside. Dylan: I don't know about the pixie dust part, but flying- that's not bad. Tyr: It was a joke.