Blake's 7

Avon: You do know that this is a hell of a risk? Tarrant: It usually is anyway, isn't it? Avon: Dayna? Dayna: Oh, I trust you, Avon. Avon: I must be slipping.

Tarrant: What happened to the presidency? Servalan: It was stolen, in my absence. I shall take it back, eventually. Tarrant: If the new boys don't spot you first. Servalan: I'm dead. And anyone who was ever directly involved with me has been purged. Tarrant: Yeah well, it's somewhat academic, at the moment, anyway, while we're prisoners here. Servalan: Prisoners? Tarrant: What else? Servalan: If anyone can find a way out of here, you will. Tarrant: Will I? Servalan: Naturally. You are both resourceful and decorative. Tarrant: Thank you. I might say the same about you. But then I'd also say you're possibly the most unscrupulously venomous woman in the galaxy. Being shut in here with you is rather like being locked in a cage with a panther: a black cat with large golden eyes and long silver talons. Servalan: Oh, Tarrant. I'm just the girl next door. Tarrant: If you were the girl next door, I'd move. Servalan: Where would you move to, Tarrant? Tarrant: Next door?