Blake's 7

Blake: Vila, try and stay alert. Vila: Of course I will. How can you doubt me? Blake: It isn't easy, but somehow I manage it.

Avon: Logic says we're dead! Blake: Logic has never explained what dead means.

Blake: Right. Hang on everyone. This is going to be rough. Vila: I don't mind rough. It's fatal I'm not too keen on.

Blake: Have you got any better ideas? Avon: As a matter of fact, no I haven't. Blake: Does that mean you agree? Avon: Do I have a choice? Blake: Yes. Avon: Then I agree.

Travis: You will lift this force field! Sinofar: There are things you must understand first. Travis: You do realize that any hostile act against me will be regarded as a hostile act against the Federation Giroc: laughs Travis: Have you any idea of the risk you're running? Giroc: laughs Blake: They don't seem very impressed, Travis. Why don't you try stamping your foot?

Sinofar: There is another matter: a lesson you must learn about death. Blake: I think we both know enough about that already. Sinofar: You both know how to kill. But here you must take a life. There will be no machines to make the act unreal. You must touch the life you take.

Vila: Have you thought of another plan? Avon: Yes, I'm going to get some sleep. Vila: How can you sleep with all this happening? Avon: With all what happening? Blake is sitting up in a tree. Travis is sitting up in another tree. Unless they're planning to throw nuts at one another, I don't see much of a fight developing before it gets light. Gan: You're never involved, are you Avon? You ever cared for anyone? Vila: Except yourself? Avon: I have never understood why it should be necessary to become irrational in order to prove that you care, or indeed why it should be necessary to prove it at all. (Leaves) Vila: Was that an insult or did I miss something? Cally: You missed something.

Blake: Another reason why I didn't kill Travis. I would have enjoyed it. Sinofar: Perhaps there was nothing for you to learn.