Blake's 7

Blake: How did you get in there? Vila: There isn't a lock I can't open (pause) if I'm scared enough. Blake: (points to the gate) Are you scared enough for that one? Vila: What do you think?

Vila: (distracting two Federation guards, so Blake can sneak up from behind) Hello there. How are you? Excuse me wandering about your premises, but I wonder if you can help me? I'm an escaped prisoner. I was a thief but recently I've become interested in sabotage, in a small way you understand, nothing too ambitious. I hate vulgarity, don't you? Anyway, I've come to blow something up. What do you think will be most suitable?

Cally: They're taking too long. Avon: That's the trouble with heroics. They seldom run to schedule.

Jenna: Avon's right. Avon: I usually am.

Avon: It had better be right. A fraction out and you could put us down in the middle of the security barracks. Jenna: Don't tempt me.

Blake: Zen, retaliation status report. Zen: Detectors confirm massive launch of long range interceptor rockets. They have locked on to Liberator's course and are in pursuit. Blake: How long before we outrun them? Zen: Battle computers estimate seven hours to outrange interceptor tracking systems. Blake: Maintain optimum evasive strategy. Zen: Battle computers confirm, optimum evasion strategy committed.

Blake: Travis? Jenna: Do you know him? Blake: I thought he was dead. I was sure I'd killed him.

Travis: What about my face? Servalan: It was patched up by a field medic. Travis: Man saved my life. Servalan: But why did you never let the surgeons finish the job? Travis: (laughs) What are you suggesting? Cosmetic surgery? I'm a field officer, not one of your decorative staff men. Servalan: You're certainly not decorative.

Travis: You'd better kill me, Blake. Until one of us is dead, there will never be a time when I won't be right behind you. Blake: If not you, then somebody else. Killing you will change nothing. You don't matter enough to kill, Travis.