Blake's 7

(after Soolin slaps Piri's face) Tarrant: You enjoyed that, didn't you? Soolin: There are two classic ways of dealing with an hysterical woman. You didn't really expect me to kiss her, did you? Tarrant: Of course, you know what this is about, don't you? It's simple female jealousy. Soolin: Oh, terrific. If two men don't like each other that's a rational judgement. If it's two women, what else could it be but jealousy?

Dayna: A hired assassin with Servalan as his utilizer - why? Avon: I don't want to seem paranoid, but the tape said five subjects. You may use your fingers, if you like, Vila. Dayna: Well I suppose it makes sense. Why break her neck chasing us around the galaxy when she can pay a professional to do it for her? Tarrant: Yes, but so what? Why should he find us any easier than she can? He's good, is he, this Cancer? Avon: You can imagine how much it hurts me to use the word infallible. Tarrant: Oh, come on. Nobody's infallible. Avon: All right, then he's not infallible. It's just that up to now, he has never failed.

Benos: Well, well, well. What's this, a mirage? Avon: Thank goodness! I'm so glad to see you. My space shuttle crash-landed back there. All my friends were killed. I've been walking all day. I wonder, can you please help me? Benos: Well - what sort of help were you thinking of? Avon: Well, you know; food, water. Benos: Well, I think we can manage that, don't you lads? Food, water, nice dry sleeping quarters. Avon: Thank you. It'll just be for tonight. Benos: Oh no, no, no, this'll be board and lodging for a lifetime. Avon: I'm sorry, I don't understand. Benos: He talks very pretty, doesn't he, lads?

Soolin: And this, presumably, is Cancer. Vila: Doesn't look so terrifying, does he? Soolin: So what are we going to do with him? Avon: What do you think? Vila: You're going to kill an unarmed prisoner? Soolin: When did you get religion? Vila: I'm a thief, not a butcher!