(Plaxton has just been fried while installing a new stardrive) Dayna: But what about Dr Plaxton? Avon: Who?
Vila: You know, they say all your life passes in front of you when you're about to, about to... you know. It's what's happening to me now. All my past life... Avon: That's one misfortune we don't have to share.
Tarrant: Orac, we'd worked that out already. What we want to know is how three ships can suddenly blow up by themselves. Orac: If that had happened, I would want an answer to the same question. Avon: So what you're trying to tell us, Orac, is that those ships did not blow up by themselves. Orac: I am not trying to tell you anything. I am simply not interested in attempting to compensate for your amazing lack of observation.
Avon: Slave! What is our life support capability? Slave: One hundred and fifty-five hours, Master. Soolin: Oh! By the time the oxygen runs out, we'll be bored as well as dead. Vila: Look, Tarrant, I told him it wouldn't-- Avon: Be quiet! Let us check all the systems. I would prefer to be sure that dying is the best option we have.
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